Dancing, Snow and Ethiopia

Well, I decided at last to welcome my fellow writers into my home. Despite my not having hung photos on the wall yet, everyone was impressed with the charm of this gorgeous building. Everyone's awe at the high ceilings and fantastic built in fireplace and bookshelves reinforced my confidence that I was right to pressure Corey into moving in to this building. The back yard is kind of creepy now that it's winter time. The big old oak tree by the fence has destroyed the iron fence. Its roots have pushed up sections, knocking it off kilter. The snow covered dead plants around it (I thought sunflowers crumbled after they wither, but no! They stand there like dead Christmas trees) make the whole yard creepy. But the rest of the building is awesome.

Anyway, the dance party was a hit. Sarah Harris and Taha from fiction got totally hooked on DDR. They stomped the night away to Neverending Story screaming "This game is like crack! I'm totally hooked!"

And then Corey's PSU friends came in preparation for a snowy mountainbike adventure. Only Alyssa would dance. I think the three boys were too ashamed that Corey is so good at DDR. They just played dominos in the kitchen. Whatever. Dancing is way cooler.

We went bowling at a totally creepy urban bowling alley on Saturday. The employees screamed at one another over intercoms. "No, asshole! The people who want Christmas music are up front!" "Look, jerk, just turn the radio to BOB!" It made me very uncomfortable. I had to drink some Iron City just to deal. The ball return didn't work and small children kept coming and taking our balls. It was definitely my strangest bowling adventure ever.

THEN we went to Abay and had Ethiopian food again. I was so glad five people were there because we got to try eight different dishes. We did everything but pick up the communal platters and lick them. The waitress tried to take away our platters after we had eaten most of the food, but Corey stopped her so we could dip our bread into the saucy patches of onion and lentils left on the tin plates. It was amazing. Ethiopia has the best food I've ever eaten. How did they get this reputation for famine? Their recipes are amazing. Plus, you get to eat with your hands and you scarf bread with every bite. What could be better??