Gettin' it on!

So to celebrate my new Aries-ness we went out tonight. You know. The typical Friday night shtick where you show up at someone's place, preferably the place of someone who's had the moxie, or the sense, to invite you, and you bring something to drink or eat or whatever, but you definitely have to bring something to sweeten the pot, and then you spend the night consuming and laughing (all going well) at each other. And these days you add to that the wonder of it all with Rockband or Wii and you truly have what some might consider, an other-worldly moment, or a series thereof.

This night though, we brought eggs. 12 of them. In a carton. And I don't care that, in writing this, I've just broken a bunch of rules of grammar grossly. It is what it is. We brought eggs. Not wine (we did have a bottle on hand and although it was out on the counter ready to go, the eggs won the day because we decided to be iconoclasts - that's this Aries thing kickin' in - bringin' the eggs!), but eggs. These eggs were not a dozen of the store bought variety. No, we weren't that weird. These were brown, organic (whatever the **** that means these days) eggs, from free (as free as Rhode Island red and black hens can be in a henhouse in the dead of a Manitoba winter in January can be) range hens that M tends all year long, on our own property! (I attribute all of this parenthetical explanational crapola to the revised New American Standard Bible* that I read as a 16 year old, which reveled in the hyper-layers of explanation long before hyper-text, and in which it took damn near an hour to read John 14. Ah, those were the formative days.)

Yes. Eggs. Brown ones. No wine. We showed up with eggs. The eggs that M had collected that morning from the very chickens that had, not more than 24 hours ago held inside their "beings". These eggs were, as they say, the shit. So it goes.

Still, we drank the wine that the others brought. We ate the crackers and cheese. The dips. The chips. The choco-whatchamacallits. But that didn't change the fact that when we got home we had a dozen fewer eggs in the house, and one more bottle of wine than I'd expected, because one of us suggested that we could be unique - different - and bring eggs to the hors d' oeuvres party.

Yup! You can see that Aries shiznat kickin' in I tellz ya. It's gonna be crazy over here for a few weeks before things settle out! You just watch.

Ride report

in: -15'C wind 10 ks SE

out: -14'C wind 15 ks NNW

(another near perfect day - except for the abundance of fresh snow, which made it superb!)

*I've been reminded by my bro (see comments) that the version I read was the Amplified Bible (a version of the NASB).