Sulk, Chapagne, Cupcakes, Hangover, Carbonara and Muay Thai

So this weekend I had my period and was incredibly surly and and sulky and reticient and should really have been left alone to play computer games and ride my bike and read my fantasy novel and potter about the house.

But Crush came round on Friday night with Champagne and banana cupcakes with chocolate icing (I had forgotten what banana tastes like because of the ongoing crisis) and a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure book called Karate Master, which all helped.

And then we went to Richard's birthday drinks, which was lovely. He is one of my favourite new people ever and it makes me glad that I am a big nerd and started blogging and met him.

Downside was I got excited and mixed the champagne with beer with sambucca shots with yet more beer with a Tequila Sunrise a stranger offered me and which I accepted unthinkingly (I could have woken up with n0 kidneys, or worse yet, no virtue) with (I think) some more sambucca and on Saturday I was woken up by a stabbing pain in my head that made my left eye hurt.

And so ensued a day of hangover and slight angst. Which was not much fun. But some bacon sandwiches helped. As did milo and ice cream. And Scrubs on DVD. I am addicted to it.

Dinner for Charlie and I was spaghetti carbonara as made by Crush to a secret recipe. We have proof of the dish's incredibly tasty awesomeness for Thus Bakes Zarauthustra. Smart and can cook. Lucky, no?

I was nervous because as kids my brother and I (not the youngest brother ... he is the golden child and has never had to lift a finger) had to make dinner for the family one onight a week. My mother denies that this was the case because she slaved every night over a hot stove for no thanks and we don't know how lucky we are, but my brother and I have the same memories about this, so unless we co-imagined it, I think Mum may be wrong. Anyway, my brother always made fetuccine carbonara to a not-so-secret recipe (lifted perhaps from La Porchetta) ... slimy fetuccine doused in cream smothering slightly cooked bacon . I hated it. So the idea of carbonara is tainted by this experience.

Crush's version is amazing and I was pleasantly surprised.

What else?

Oh, last night I attended Brute Force 6, a Muay Thai fighting extravaganza held at the Coburg Town Hall, with Charles and his sister. They are both mental karate-heads and it is most amusing to listen to them talk about the technicalites of Axe-Kicks and the like. The fighting was not quite as blood-spattered as I anticipated, which was good, really. Delightful Sunday evening entertainment for the whole family. I particularly appreciated the fathers bringing their 9-year old kids to the bout. Bless.