Christmas Party
Tuesday evening was crazy — it was the night of the Christian vet group Christmas party. Not that 'crazy' and 'Christian vet Christmas party' are necessarily synonymous, but anyway...
After messing around at OSU I picked up a couple edibles at Fred Meyer and headed over to J&C C's place (where we have our weekly Bible studies during the term). I sat around in the next door church parking lot, reading "Carry On, Mr. Bowditch" and waiting for 6:30. For all my waiting and trying not to be way early (because that could be awkward), I was the first person to arrive at the C's — but at least I wasn't late. Others arrived soon, and we had a jolly time.
It's sort of strange... I am the only third-year student who attends the studies; AK is the only second-year; and the rest are either first-years or undergrads. But the first-year group is a lot of fun (and AK & I hit it off quite well) and they don't snub me as a misfit (actually, I am closer to their average age than to the average age of people in my class, and that helps. While I do okay interacting with those much older than myself, I "can't help" but feel inferior to them.).
We ate chili and corn bread, which was great. Then...
It turned out that a couple people brought gifts for a white elephant gift exchange and a couple people either thought the exchange was no longer planned or had rather forgotten about it/never heard about it. (I belonged to the latter group.) They still wanted to do the exchange, so L, Ch and I piled into Ch's Dodge Neon. We thought to give A a ride as well, but K beat us to the offer and they drove off in his Mustang convertible (he put the roof down (in spite of the freezing weather) and saw fit to fishtail at a stop sign as he accelerated. This was all to the great amusement of the Neon passengers & driver, since we took it all in the fun (as opposed to pride) in which it was intended.) We all headed off to the nearby shopping mall to find <$5 gifts.
I meandered around the local Safeway, trying to find something suitable, sporting a smirk on my face and probably making a few employees wonder what was up. It's the same Safeway I went to with JK last month — I don't know if I've ever been there when I was completely sane (not that that ever happens).
I couldn't find any pickled cactus (I failed to look in the Mexican section, but chances are Corvallis doesn't have a large enough Mexican population to support such rarities), so I bought a jar of Texan pickled okra and we returned to the C's.
The other WE gifts ranged from someone's old desk paraphernalia (too bad I didn't know about the gift exchange or I could have unloaded some of my junk on someone. :( :) ) to a VERY large travel mug. I happened on the later, and joked that I'd have to pick up a new habit (ie coffee drinking). I'll think of some use for it, sometime.
They passed the okra around a couple times — it was actually rather edible, unlike the slimy cooked okra I had previously encountered.
Fun evening.
After messing around at OSU I picked up a couple edibles at Fred Meyer and headed over to J&C C's place (where we have our weekly Bible studies during the term). I sat around in the next door church parking lot, reading "Carry On, Mr. Bowditch" and waiting for 6:30. For all my waiting and trying not to be way early (because that could be awkward), I was the first person to arrive at the C's — but at least I wasn't late. Others arrived soon, and we had a jolly time.
It's sort of strange... I am the only third-year student who attends the studies; AK is the only second-year; and the rest are either first-years or undergrads. But the first-year group is a lot of fun (and AK & I hit it off quite well) and they don't snub me as a misfit (actually, I am closer to their average age than to the average age of people in my class, and that helps. While I do okay interacting with those much older than myself, I "can't help" but feel inferior to them.).
We ate chili and corn bread, which was great. Then...
It turned out that a couple people brought gifts for a white elephant gift exchange and a couple people either thought the exchange was no longer planned or had rather forgotten about it/never heard about it. (I belonged to the latter group.) They still wanted to do the exchange, so L, Ch and I piled into Ch's Dodge Neon. We thought to give A a ride as well, but K beat us to the offer and they drove off in his Mustang convertible (he put the roof down (in spite of the freezing weather) and saw fit to fishtail at a stop sign as he accelerated. This was all to the great amusement of the Neon passengers & driver, since we took it all in the fun (as opposed to pride) in which it was intended.) We all headed off to the nearby shopping mall to find <$5 gifts.
I meandered around the local Safeway, trying to find something suitable, sporting a smirk on my face and probably making a few employees wonder what was up. It's the same Safeway I went to with JK last month — I don't know if I've ever been there when I was completely sane (not that that ever happens).
I couldn't find any pickled cactus (I failed to look in the Mexican section, but chances are Corvallis doesn't have a large enough Mexican population to support such rarities), so I bought a jar of Texan pickled okra and we returned to the C's.
The other WE gifts ranged from someone's old desk paraphernalia (too bad I didn't know about the gift exchange or I could have unloaded some of my junk on someone. :( :) ) to a VERY large travel mug. I happened on the later, and joked that I'd have to pick up a new habit (ie coffee drinking). I'll think of some use for it, sometime.
They passed the okra around a couple times — it was actually rather edible, unlike the slimy cooked okra I had previously encountered.
Fun evening.
posted by Claire at 17:43
2 Comments:
Sounds like fun-I've never had pickled okra, but I like it fried and dipped in Ranch!
I think I like okra best when HH eats it.
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