The Magic of Pi (a.k.a. My Friends and I Like Puns)

So, if you’ve been paying any attention at all to me or my blog, you know that I’m really great at making conversation at parties…..or not.   Since I usually localize my awkward around some sort of food spread, I have been referring to this for some time as “chatting up the bean dip.”   Usually I’m standing there, eating way too much bean dip, and screaming at myself in my own head, “THINK OF SOMETHING TO SAY TO ANYONE, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!”    I like to go real easy on myself like that.

Anyway, so since yesterday was the 14th of March (3.14), Kayphore put on her second annual Pi Pie Party.   You know, because Π is roughly 3.14.   It’s a math pun.   Get it?  No.  OK, well, just go with me and keep in mind that we’re all nerds.

The annual Pi Pie Party involves two things, making a pie and then eating a whole lot of pie.    It’s a pie baking contest combined with a contest with your own will power to shove as much pie into your pie hole as possible.   I know that eating a bunch of pie just sounds like fun, but trust me when I say that it can be a lot more complicated than that.

But it’s a party.   And that is its own challenge.   So, I decided to sort of combine my awkwardness with the theme to make a joke that only I would really get.   Why?   Because I’m a nerd.   A shy nerd.   A shy nerd who is too easily amused.

I conceived of the perfect pie to sum up (hahaha ….more math puns) my party induced social awkwardness – the Vegan 5-Layer Bean Dip Pie with Fritos Crust.     I chose to go with a vegan pie so that every possible party goer could sample some.   I didn’t want to limit my audience.   And after last years massive sugar crash, I decided that a savory pie was the way to go.    I looked for a recipe for a corn chip crust, and found one that was pretty basic.   Crush up the corn chips and mix with butter, form into a pan, and bake.   However, since I was going to be going for vegan, butter was out.    I opted for olive oil.   I have to say, the crust did not turn out the way I wanted it to.   Other pi party attendees commented that I had not crushed my chips enough.   Next time, I’ll have to try finer chip crumbs, and also some sort of binding unit to add to the mix.

In the pie shell, I layered refried black beans, chopped black olives, salsa, guacamole, and vegan “sour cream”.   If you ever find that you can’t come across vegan “sour cream”, try vegan “cream cheese” mixed with lemon juice.   I topped the whole thing in a sprinkling of green onions and served it with Fritos scoops on the side.

I actually got a few compliments on it, so it wasn’t a complete disaster, or anything.   Of course, once again, I did not win any of the prizes.   But the party did end up being fun, and I did manage to carry on a few conversations with a few actual human beings.   There were many more attendees than last year’s pi, which was equally fun and nerve wracking.  I think I made a fellow nerd giz in his pants when I told him where I work.   That never gets old.

So, now I have two imperfect pie recipes under my belt.   It might help if I started making pies in-between pis, but honestly, I’m not that sort of well prepared type of person.

Just sayin’.

Crazy Single Girl Life – Zombie Party Edition

This last week, The Phenomenauts hosted their annual Zombie Party.   It’s usually my favorite night of the year.   I’ve been going for years.  The party is always around Halloween, but not on the actual evening of Halloween.   The thought is that you would zombie-fy your Halloween costume, or come up with a unique zombie costume.  I’ve been Zombie Statue of Liberty, Zombie Tinkerbell, Zombie Frog Prince, Zombie Lounge Singer, and this year, Zombie Peabody.

It was a lot of fun, going on my own, not a half of a pair.  For one thing, I was able to come up with a really funny costume, dressing up as Peabody.   Also, I got to stay well beyond the bitter end.  

There was much fun, much drinking, much music, much dancing, and much good times.  Oh, and I took A LOT of pictures.

Hello Jell-O

My friends in The Phenomenauts camp had a Jell-O shot cook off last night.   Everyone brought different flavors of shots.  I made Fuzzy navel flavored.  

I want everyone to like me all the time, and so by extension I wanted everyone to like my shots.  It never occurred to me to make something unpleasant.  Of course, my friends are different.  There were Spam and Pineapple, Clam, and Lemon Chicken shots.    I didn’t try them.    

It was a good party, and it ended with me being one of the last to leave.  I was hanging out with the girls giggling about all the goofiest stuff.  The gerbil laugh happened quite a bit.    

I didn’t get too drunk, just a little buzzed.  It was cool to hang out and be a little silly.    It wasn’t a wild and crazy night.   Just hanging out.  I met a few new people, and got to know some other people a lot better.  

And the girls and I had a morning after brunch. 

Now I’m just being sluglike.   

Waiting. . . Anticipating

I’m sitting here waiting for my peeps to come pick me up.  We’re doing this early dinner before the parties later.  It’s the birthday celebration that may just kill me.  

I’m dolled up, pretty in pink, and while I wait, I’ve also been tooting my own horn.  I just hope I don’t get spit all over my outfit while I’m waiting.  That would suck.  

Hopefully I’ll have a lot of pictures to post.  That’s my plan.