i also took a tip from my boyfriend and stopped in at the sorauren park farmer's market...not too shabby! not all organic and of course it featured the de rigeur farmer's market entertainment of a past-the-sell-by-date hippie in rugged woolen and handtooled suede attire, enthusiastically and doggedly plunking away at a guitar and singing "folk" songs. yikes. so earnest! i picked up some lovely striped eggplant that i might stuff next week as well as some mixed greens and a fantastico cheese from montforte dairy, called (stupidly, imo) "l'indiscretion" (seriously. so ghey) which is a goat's milk cheese with a grappa-washed rind. it was deliciously chalky and goaty without being too redolent of the barn. then i tooled around roncesvalles for a bit and eyed some polish sweets and nearly fainted from the smell of kolbassa and other rustic, country sausages at a store before deciding that i needed to have more time to make considered, measured purchases and not let my perpetually gluttonous stomach do the dictating.
so my dball team (most of whom know each other) were talking about someone they knew...a girl who sold her virginity back to god. what the-?!? so i asked what you get for it. my boyfriend replied "a toaster" and i asked the natural follow up question, "2 slots or 4?" according to my boyfriend, it's a 4-slotter...which definitely makes it a much more enticing transaction...in that situation, if god really wants my damaged v-card in exchange for a 4-slot toaster...i'll totally give it to ol' yaweh! if we're following the logic of the metaphor through though...your virginity is technically "taken" by whichever random skidball you were in love with in highschool, so i don't really have MY virginity to sell back...i have my then boyfriend's. tricksy. i wonder if god knows the difference? seriously. apparently the other thing about this virgin-re-seller is that she loves bono and bono's charity work (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) wow. that kind of makes her like a unicorn. admittedly, my list of deal breakers is long and idiomatic...but being a fan of bono's charity work would probably put you smack dab in the middle of the "do not touch or entertain the thought of touching" hinterlands.
i got a massage tonight and now i'm gearing up for a dessert of super-hot epsom salt bath with ever-reliable entertainment weekly. i have to say, the cover with jon stewart and stephen colbert skewering the new yorker obama cover was HI-LARIOUS...if only for colbert's expression!!! he really nailed the flirtatious coy/smug look of the drawing.
for dinner i took the leftover meatballs and tomato sauce that i froze a couple of weekends back and heated them up. i served them on toasted, sliced, ace burger buns to make little meat ball sammies, topped with mozzarella cheese and served with a caesar salad. so tasty...i wish i always had the foresight to have meatballs and tomato sauce lying around in the freezer.