Today I decided to have a chocolate milkshake. I reasoned with myself that I haven't been using them as stats incentive for a t least a month and that I got a really good score on a stats test last week, so I should be allowed to have one just because I wanted one. No stats homework associated with it, just a plain old chocolate milkshake because they are yummy.
And I got home and I got the ice cream out of the freezer to thaw a little, and I put a few scoops of ice cream in a cup and poured milk over it and ate some of the frozen milk chunks that formed and slurped a little of the chocolate ice cream off the top before adding a little more milk and stirring it up. Then I settled down in front of an episode of NCIS on my computer and...
I didn't want the milkshake. It didn't look good, it didn't sound good, even no longer associated with stats homework, even having gotten a "B" on a stats test, no thought process worked. I simply didn't want a chocolate milkshake.
That has never happened to me. Ever.
Is it because I am getting old and now I prefer healthy things? Or did my pavlovian experiment ruin me forever? How long does it take to heal from the psychological damage we inflict upon ourselves?
These pictures are in no particular order, but I had a blast on halloween, getting together with my old roomies and friends and just hangin' out and goofin' off. For example, above, Bryan was trying to show us what a "seductive" pose was.... (or was it "lounging around"? All I remember is something about a call girl....) It's hard to believe that we've all known each other long enough for people to have children, and for those children to be getting this big! But some things will never change, like our affinity for Charlie's Angel's poses... Although I'm sure this little one is just wondering what his crazy mom is up too... We tried to get them to all stay still for just long enough to snap a picture. It's a bit like herding stray cats on a flatbed truck though. So the individual shots worked a little better. Oh No! Captain Hook captured Tinkerbell! And Peter Pan is clinging to his Wendy... (he really was a good sport, for all the people that invaded his house and his routine.)
Personally, I think Halloween is really just a great excuse to play with dry ice...
And dinner cooked in a pumpkin.... Yummy!
Although I have to admit I couldn't bring myself to actually eat one of these "Toes". For all the people in the room with foot phobias, I was the one that couldn't swallow it.
But the spread was gorgeous... And our hosts were brilliant.
And we took some time to re-enact great literature...
(I love that I am friends with people who are more likely to dress as characters from great literature than from movies and pop culture)
(Although I'm sure an argument can be made for the fact that Peter Pan and Harry Potter are both movies now too. But they were books first, and the books are better than the movies anyways)
Hey look, more food!
The spider dip was my contribution... Mmmmm, Halloween always makes me happy, but that could be because of the things that come shortly after.... Then again, with friends and fun like this, How could I want anything more?