a vague summary of last night

(WARNING: CUTE, IRRATIONAL AND FANNISH -- Patty, please feel free to offer corrections/elucidation)

SETTING: BED.

Me: It's like pizza. No one ever has pizza for just a little bit of cheese. No one has sex for just a little bit of sensation!
Patty: I'm really disturbed by this pizza and sex metaphor thing.
Me: It always works. There's a consistant relationship there. Like, mediocre pizza and mediocre sex -- still good.
Patty: I know... but that thing about the cheese, did you have to?

(time elapses)

Me: Baby.
Patty: Baby.
Me: Baby.
Patty: What Babe? The babe with the power.
Me: What power?
Us: The power of voodoo!
Me: Who do?
Us: You do!
Me: o/~ I saw my baby, crying hard as babe could cry, what could I doooooo...? o/~ Crap. I don't remember the rest of it.
Patty: Dance. Magic dance.

(time elapses)

Me: I really don't see what's so wrong about the pizza thing.
Her: It's just... with the cheese!
Me: It's not as bad as spiders (*does little spider feet thing on Patty*)
Her: AAAAAAAAAAARGH! No no no no no no. If I can't make that cat puke sound, you can't make spiders.
Me: Pook pook pook.
Her: Not that cat puke sound. The one you said I can't make in bed.
Me: Oh. What about lesbian cripple spider babies?
Her: Not the same!

(time elapses)

Me: Okay, so about the pizza thing....
Her: Jaaaaaaaaack!
Me: *rolling over on Patty* What did you just call me?
Her: You heard me!
Me: *uncontrollable laughter*
Her: *coughing fit*
Me: Are you okay?
Her: *dryly* Yeah, sorry about killing the moment. *more coughing*
Me: It's okay. Pook pook pook.
Us: *squeals of idiot laughter*

dinner poll

Options:

1. Polenta, fried in olive oil, topped with salami, melted mozzarella and basil.

2. Angus beef-burger with carmelized balsamic vinegar, salt & pepper. Horseradish hummus on the side.

3. Chicken and zucchini with carmelized balsamic vinegar.