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psych. oh.

Sunday, November 7th, 2010

Friday was rough, y’all. I had two glasses of wine over about four hours, and I woke up hung over.

At least I did it in a nice cushy hotel bed.

I suspect that all of the breakdancing dehydrated me, creating a higher blood alcohol percentage than such a reasonable amount of wine would have normally done. I suspect that, because the alternative is that my ripe old age of 29 means I’m too old to drink two glasses of wine, dance until midnight, and then hop up the next morning happy and refreshed.

The hangover required a substantial breakfast.

Sadly, the eggs were truly horrific. When I dished them up, I found the smell a little off-putting, but I wanted some protein so I toughed it out. However, they tasted worse than they smelled. I think the onions were slightly past their prime, cut too large, and undercooked. Onions and I have a hard time. We have our moments, but it’s mostly when they’re fully deliciously caramelized.

I blame it all on a job I had in college that involved cutting all the rotten parts out of purple onions so they could be diced for a salad bar.

You haven’t known nauseous until you’ve become intimately familiar with the smell of rotten onion.

Or been pregnant. So I’ve heard.

I ate the apple and the tiny muffin (which was good) and supplemented with some overly sweet yogurt (I like mine plain) and a tiny blueberry scone (outside: yummy, inside: not). Basically, breakfast was sad and not enough to carry me happily through the talks that followed.

You know that thing where your head keeps dropping and you catch it at the last second and you look like you’re doing some very slow jive move?

Despite much coffee, that was me.

When lunch rolled around, I passed on the sandwiches that seemed to focus on green cheese. Because I’m not Dr. Seuss.

Chowder and a  cucumber wrapped panzanella were better, but still not great.

In order to compensate, I had to have two desserts.

They were those cute shooters like they serve in PF Changs. This one was cappuccino mousse on top with chocolate mousse on the bottom. Good, but custards aren’t really my thing. I prefer to trade my calories for texture.

Afterwards, still mildly unsatisfied, I tried one of the vanilla caramel desserts that everyone else was ignoring. The chocolate, cappuccino, and raspberry ones went like wildfire, but there was a rumor in the crowd that the liquid caramel under the vanilla custard was too strong.

I am here today to tell you that is patently untrue.

That caramel was fucking delicious. (Yeah, family friendly, I know. Sometimes the word just has to be invoked.)

The desserts carried me through the rest of the conference, including the announcement that I did not win the poster conference, but that I did do very very well. Yippee-ki-yi-yay.

I came home, exhausted, on the downside of a sugar high and a hangover, and I did my favorite thing in the world.

Sat on the couch and talked to Crockett.

We went out to get some dinner, but we ate at the bar and it was dark and we were watching a fellow we’d just met unsuccessfully try to make a new lady friend and ok fine I forgot to take a picture. I had Chicharrone Style Chicken Tacos (Breaded and Fried, Avocado, Cilantro, Hot Sauce). They were delicious and a fine goodbye to the whole ‘damn if I care how my heart feels about my meal’ attitude that I’ve (apparently) had my whole life.

If you found out you needed to permanently modify your diet, what would you eat before you started?

the day of silly news and lots of showing off

Sunday, November 7th, 2010

Thursday (still writing two days behind, yes) contained many many things.

An exam. My first academic conference. My first academic poster presentation. A dance party.

The results from my physical. Healthy as a horse. Oh, except?


I’m struggling with this a little. It runs in my family, and my grandma lived to 84 despite her truly staggering cholesterol numbers. However, heart disease is a serious problem for women. Like, kills more of us than all cancers combined serious. All this despite the fact that it hasn’t been made all pink in the media – who knew?

My doctor requested that I try some diet modifications before we talk about medication (which is good, because my feelings towards medication are… not great). Specifically, she wants me to try the South Beach Diet for four months. If you don’t know (I didn’t), that diet was developed by a cardiologist to solve specifically this problem. When it was later found to help you drop pounds, it was marketed for weight loss, but that wasn’t the original intention.

So, expect to see more South Beach type food. There’s a pretty strict induction period that I’ll start in the next couple of days, when I’ve gone through some of the food I have at home.

Anyway. Thursday!

Still fall.

Hell, the grass in places makes it look like it’s still summer. Despite the, you know, early November date on the calendar.

I’m sure I ate breakfast. Absolutely positive. I don’t know what it was, because I didn’t take a picture of it, apparently. Does that mean that Mangled Baby Duck is causing me to have early alzheimers? Is that even possible? I did, however, eat lunch. Pumpkin soup + apple scone = repetitive but tasty.

I hit the print shop on campus to pick up my gigantic poster – my gigantic poster that has very fall appropriate colors, I might add.

Then? I studied for my Algorithm Design exam.

Dudes. Don’t judge the face. It’s a hard class.

I added to the mess that is my office desk. Also pictured? My office mate’s desk.

I survived the exam. I considered taking a picture of it, but since I was being allowed to take it early because of the conference I thought that my professor might find my photographing it suspicious. “I’m a blogger” does not, in fact, get you out of as many scrapes as you might think.


Conference time!

Lady schwag. I would have preferred regular schwag, but apparently the ‘pink and sparkly’ mindset has pervaded even Google. Sigh.

After the poster session (at which I kicked some serious ass, thank you for asking), they fed us. Actually, I was late to dinner because I had to be reviewed by extra judges because I was a finalist in the poster contest! Because, basically, I rock. And am really modest, also.

The salad was damn tasty. Sun dried tomatoes, which I’m finally overcoming my recent distaste for, shaved parm, and a creamy herb dressing. Oh, and VERY toasty pine nuts. They were perfect for me, but I think toasted nuts should be just this side of burnt.

In case you’re wondering, was this good for my heart? No. No it wasn’t. Know what was probably worse?

Cheesy tortellini in some sort of creamy sauce. (That’s as close as I can get. It was red and creamy. Some sort of tomato cream sauce, except thick like pesto. Odd, but good.) Broccoli rabe and more sun dried tomatoes, check. Olives, check.

I’m curious as to whether they would have made the main course vegetarian if this had been the Colorado Celebration of Men in Computing.

Not that such a conference would ever be allowed to exist.

Dinner was followed by a speech on … very scary cyber security stuff. The keynote speaker, Dr. Pamela Drew, left us with an admonition to be careful how much of our lives we put on the internet.

I quite literally laughed out loud. It was sort of embarrassing.

Afterwards? Breakout sessions in which someone stole my candy (seriously), and dancing. I may or may not have attempted the caterpillar. There is no photographic evidence, either way.

Do you know any breakdancing moves?