We had a pretty busy weekend. We saw a whole bunch of "friends" and family.
We went to a Kalbi Club dinner party on Saturday. Mrs. Fly made some awesome orange flavored wings for appetizers (later post). We were supposed to dress up, but being unbelievably unmotivated to do so, I was the only one that didn't wear a costume. Call me party pooper. I actually felt pretty guilty about it, but obviously not enough to put on a costume that day. Since I'm generally not a social turd, I'm going to give myself a pass and just say I had a bad day. The problem was, I just never got on board for the Situation costume idea. Mrs. Fly went as Snooki. We got invited to a country club Halloween party this upcoming Friday, so it's not like I can shirk wearing a costume forever. Mrs. Fly wants me to go as Dracula. Meh.
My aunt (the one who is a nun) came to NY to visit for a few weeks. So we went to my cousin's house to have dinner with her and my other relatives. My cousin has two specialties - linguine with clam sauce and ribeye. He actually did something with the beef that I rarely seen anyone try at home. He tried aging his own ribeye. For those of you that don't know, most upscale steaks (usually at steakhouses) are aged for several weeks to tenderize and enhance the flavor of the meat. For some reason the aged steaks tasted drier than the regular steaks. But it was a pretty noble effort. They're all invited over for to our house next Saturday, so that should be fun too.
Lastly, Whale stopped by the house and this time, he brought a posse. Apparently, writing stuff like "nits gonna nit" in the table chats whenever I won a hand wasn't enough, so he decided he decided to bring a few friends to take care of Stumpy and our lawn. The guys who mow our lawn moved stumpy to a poor location while they were cutting the grass, and the geese just walked right on by. Mrs. Fly shooed them off once and I did as well. Anyway, I moved Stumpy to a better location, so hopefully things will be better. Altho from the looks of that massive brown patch on the lawn, some fertilizer probably would do it some good.


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