Grace celebrated turning three yesterday, and a fun time was had by all (I'm assuming). I didn't tell anyone that the chocolate cupcakes were vegan until after everyone was gushing about how delicious they were and asking for seconds. I made chocolate and I made a box mix of white ones. The chocolate are now gone and we still have over a dozen white ones left over. Thank you, Vegan Cupcakes Take Over the World and Isa Chandra Moskowitz and Terry Hope Romero.
Last night I had a nightmare. I don't usually have those. My dreams are usually quite vivid and colorful and full of rich details. My dreams have inspired stories in the past. Sometimes they are so surreal that I can't even explain them with words, and sometimes all I can remember is an intense emotion. I have even experienced lucid dreaming, when the dreamer is fully aware that they are dreaming and then takes control of the dream and does whatever he/she wants. Usually it's something mundane, but I will never forget the Harry Potter dream in which I was flying a broomstick. Wow, that was amazing!
Last night's dream was scary, that much I remember. But still kind of cool in the way that scary movies are cool.
I had to cover a lutefisk dinner at a nearby Lutheran Church for the paper on Saturday. I took pictures of the guys making the stuff, asked them all about it, then took pictures of people serving it and eating it. They tried to get me to eat some. Then they tried even harder to get me to eat some rommegrot. This shit is made with four ingredients only: Butter, milk, sugar and flour. No thanks. But I did eat the sweet soup, which is made with dried fruit, tapioca and sugar. It was yummy. I have a little bit of Norwegian in me, but I couldn't care less about the food. Lutefisk is made by soaking cod in lye. It looks all jiggly when it's done. VOMIT. So then I get done talking to people and all that and I head for my van because I have a gajillion things to do to get ready for the party. That's when I realize that I locked my keys in the van.
This is something that I have a tendency to do. I am such a scatterbrain. I put the keys in my purse, then decided not to take my purse, locked the fucking doors and got out. I called Todd, who sighed heavily, but packed up all the kids and drove 15 miles to unlock my door for me. Yeah, that was fun.
It's a no-go on the Dylan show. Tickets sold out like immediately. It's a small place, with like 4,000 people, so it's not that big of a surprise. Tickets can now be purchased on ebay for about $1,200 a pair. And you know what?? People will pay that, because he's just that fucking awesome.
More later...
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