PR...and an end to the cleanse

so after our 10 day study in decadence, i decided to take a break (2 days) from drinking and to eat as little as possible. it turns out that despite my love of all things edible, the food part is much easier to manage than my little wine habit. see, all our wine arrived by ups yesterday. 4 boxes... the ups guys were so funny - they just looked at me and said, "not that there's anything wrong with a woman who drinks alone..." and then backed away to the truck. after we put the bottles away, i decide to revise my time line - or rather, while i technically adhered to it, as it was a full 48 hours between sips of the red nectar, i kind of crushed its spirit. for dinner, i re-purposed some soup i'd made on tuesday (tomato, garbanzo, zucchini, & fennel) by removing the zuke (just can't like it) adding some sauteed onion, garlic, ginger and spices and then some chiffed kale. curried veg melange...it was really good. i also modified a madhur jaffrey recipe for baked fish in green chutney which i've made before. i was less successful with the rice. i don't know why i can't make rice in a rice cooker. i know all the rice-to-water ratios for like 6 kinds of rice, and i just can't accept that they don't hold with the rice cooker - so i fucked that up and had to make it over again. i can't just let something be easy. i don't know why that is.

fortunately, i had PR to distract me. 2 episodes since we'd missed one while we were away. i don't know everyone's name yet - which is way more fun, because i get to name them myself. there's bjork-sheedy who spit marks her clothes...the freak show, who seems really really sweet, but i suspect (and ok, hope) has a bitchy side. she's too modest to look at a male model in his underwear...clearly she's never been backstage at a fashion show - or in the theater, for that matter, despite being a "mulit-media artist." there's a 46 year old woman who goes by sweet p - her days are so numbered, i can't even be bothered to think of a name for her. there's sheila e, who got sent packing with the rest of the new revolution this week after her menswear debacle. there's christian, who's part andy dick in costume, part...someone else. he's bugging me, because he's so familiar. he definitely needs a name, but i have to figure out who he is first. there's hat guy, the crier, who shares an usual last name with a guy i...knew briefly. there's ricky-gervais-ate-nathan-lane, who i like. he seems funny. there was pip, aka sad newsie guy, who got whacked for his terrible sjp-challenge homage to robin hood, and his partner for that challenge - creepy, squinty almost-malcovich. that guy might have kittens in his freezer. do not like him.

so the clothes...the sjp winner, which will apparently be sold in the steve & barry stores that carry sjp's line, was so weird. it was a baggy navy dress with a small and totally extraneous vest - with a racer back that messed with the seaming. it looked dumb. sorry, but it did. it was praised for being a sophisticated color palette, but please, it was navy. bfd. i liked the crier's dress, but can see how a dress and a long ropey belt don't exactly make 2 pieces of sportswear. the judges loved bjork-sheedy's polymorphic cape-dress combo. it annoyed me that after all the polymorphic promises, we never got to see the damn thing morph. and it was too short. the tiki barber challenge winner, jack, (who i call HIV in my head. i know, i know!!! there is a dark-side to the naming.) did a nice job, but i liked kevin's vested-look better. there's clearly a reason that i'm not a judge on PR - i'm not fashion-forward enough...but i think michael kors and i would be fast friends. he's such a bitch. too early to make final 4 predictions, but i expect a lot of drama.