The Ego Episodes

Thursday, May. 05, 2005

I didn't plan this to be about popcorns ...

Before I start today’s entry, I would like to ask what were Backstreet Boys thinking when they decided to reunite after years of hiatus (which I thought was good for them and us) and THEN release such a crappy song like Incomplete? Your fans have grown up! And Incomplete? Crappy! Not that I care, of course. But my ears! Go back to hiatus, BBoys! Maybe for good? You have yet to prove you can blend live.

Okay. I’m composed now.

I didn’t plan for a post-exam celebration. Surviving the exam period IS itself a celebration so I didn’t have a prior itinerary prepared. Plus, I didn’t feel like doing anything except bum around, sleep and get drunk with watchables. Donny somehow sensed this and took initiative. He came to my room after work, carrying grocery bags of supplies: Pizza Hut vegetarian pizza, Orville Redenbacher’s popcorn, and two bottles of booze (a Bacardi Breezer and Hooch, so it’s not that alcoholic, kids). He read my mind, basically.

Dear Vegetarian Pizza,

I admit. I underestimated your power and I’m sorry, because you, my friend, have found a fan in me. Green bell peppers and mushrooms? You drive me crazy.

I was once lost but now am found,
Joycie

After dinner, we debated as to who’s popping the corn. I volunteered. He said no, “I’ll go.” I insisted and again he said, “No, you stay here. I’ll do it.” So I confessed, “But I love popping popcorns! I love listening to the popping sound!” Doesn’t that cut my age into half? In the end, we agreed to go to the kitchen together. That’s compromise for you.

While waiting for the popcorn to pop, Donny asked me who discovered the popcorn. Recalling my geeky, to the point of shameless, adoration of Adam Beach (he was so hot!) in the movie Squanto that I’ve seen back in the Jurassic period, I told him, "The Native American Indians discovered popcorn." A quick Google search showed me that yes, they did.

One thing I love about buttered popcorn fresh from the microwave is its aroma. It just fills the room and makes you its slave. Donny asked if I have a bottle opener. I told him, there’s no need for one. I can open the bottles using a metal spoon. Really, I can! He dared me to show him but then I remember that I do have a bottle opener. I opened the bottles skillfully and like a guy smitten, he was amazed by that. Oh well. I was smiling inside.

With our popcorn and booze, we watched Everwood. This is one tv show we agreed (vowed, had a verbal contract) to watch TOGETHER. It came to a point that we were about 5 episodes behind because either one of us or both were too busy to watch it. We did our marathon not far back, complete with popcorn. But for my post-exam celebration, we watched the latest episode on hand.

The alcohol really helped. I don’t know why. But it gave the occasion a more festive feel. I originally asked Donny to make me frozen margarita but I think he’s afraid we might get a hangover the next day. But the popcorn-booze-movie combo is classic. I love!

Okay. I’ve celebrated. It’s time to start crossing off items in The List.

{ joycie at 11:10 a.m.}