So you want to be a high roller?
Jul. 31st, 2006 12:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
transomwhiplassOkay, so today Heidi and I took it upon our generous selves to share our extravagant lifestyle with others. Today, we escorted our two pupils - Katie & Dan to Fern Ridge for an afternoon of lounging, feasting and drink by the water.
Lunch consisted of a smorgasboard of Trader Joe delights:
Sushi, Papadum Chips, Terra Chips, Ginger-Joe Cookies, carrots, limeade, sparkling cranberry juice, a bottle of wine, olive bread, rosemary bread, chevre with herbs, champagne grapes, apricots, cucumbers, mochi ice cream, mint chocolate wafers, strawberrys and your garden variety of pretzels and other crackers.
Oh how we ate. Oh how we laid.
The reservoir was quite nice. It was a rather cloudy day but there was enough sun. The water was so warm. Jesus, I'm still incredibly stuffed.
We all invented names for our wine-swilling alter egos: Holly Henderson (Heidi), Miranda "Schnappsy" Schnapps (Katie), Charles "Chuck" Shaw Gatsby (Dan), and Olivia Westcott (myself).
It was a fine day. Seriously, I've never felt like more of a lump in my life. I think I gained like 5 pounds. Ugghhhh. I'm sorry body - it will be a nice week on the EFX. I just could resist the chevre - fucking goat chesse so frikkin' delicious.
Seriously, my standards of living are sky rocketing to tremendous heights. I don't know how I will be able to support my beer/sushi habit (I've seriously had sushi 3 times this week) and my wine/chevre habit. Heidi and I have just cultivated our taste buds too much. We've also perfected the art of lounging.
Like Heidi once said: "We work out because we like to eat.. and drink.. a lot."
It's partially true. We work out because we want to be healthier too, obviously. However, the weekends just invite trouble in this area. Eh, I feel bad.. but I really shouldn't. I've actually been concerned with my rate of progress at the Rec. I figure having an over-indulgent weekend usually evens out things to where they should be. lol, this weekend might set me back but what the fuck - the memories are priceless and I'd trade a 2 weeks of EFX for good times with my friends any day.
To understand my life philosophy, you must understand the rules of high rolling. It will change your life if you can live by the principles. Few people are strong and saavy enough, even fewer can stomach the lethargy and indulgence required to truly become one of us. I will enlighten you with a few key principles so you can decide for yourself.
Really, one must have priorities. This is the first rule of the high rollers. The second rule is you do things because you can, such as ignoring the knife that is sitting right by you to spread the cheese or the cup that's available to enjoy your beverage. A high roller acknowledges these options but chooses the finger for spreading or the bottle for drinking, fully knowing that these are the crasser options but doing it anyway with an air of elitism that simply makes it acceptable. The third lesson in rolling high is making up your own rules. The fourth, easy to remember, is breaking said rules. The fifth, which is really more of an addendum to four but something at which I have such talent that it receives its own rule, is finding fantastic ways of bullshitting in order to rationalize yourself out of your own rules. You can't just break high-rolling rules - you must do it in style and thus "over-roll" the previous declaration. An example to illuminate you.. Scenario: Heidi and I have just consumed magnificent quantities of food at the Oregon Country Fair. We proceed to eat a pint of the most amazing strawberries ever. Rather than feel ashamed for this insurrection, I correct Heidi for her angst by informing her "Fruit doesn't count as gluttony." A high roller does not feel shame or anxiety, he or she plays it cool and corrects the problem.
Those are but the first few rules of this amazing lifestyle. Like I said, most people can't handle the pressure of being so fantastic all the time.
lol, enough of my bullshit. Today (actually this weekend and week, even) was fantastic but it's back to the grindstone tomorrow. Oh no, a hard week of Italian class for two hours and nothing else. Save your tears, my darlings, I'll toil on.. somehow.
Lunch consisted of a smorgasboard of Trader Joe delights:
Sushi, Papadum Chips, Terra Chips, Ginger-Joe Cookies, carrots, limeade, sparkling cranberry juice, a bottle of wine, olive bread, rosemary bread, chevre with herbs, champagne grapes, apricots, cucumbers, mochi ice cream, mint chocolate wafers, strawberrys and your garden variety of pretzels and other crackers.
Oh how we ate. Oh how we laid.
The reservoir was quite nice. It was a rather cloudy day but there was enough sun. The water was so warm. Jesus, I'm still incredibly stuffed.
We all invented names for our wine-swilling alter egos: Holly Henderson (Heidi), Miranda "Schnappsy" Schnapps (Katie), Charles "Chuck" Shaw Gatsby (Dan), and Olivia Westcott (myself).
It was a fine day. Seriously, I've never felt like more of a lump in my life. I think I gained like 5 pounds. Ugghhhh. I'm sorry body - it will be a nice week on the EFX. I just could resist the chevre - fucking goat chesse so frikkin' delicious.
Seriously, my standards of living are sky rocketing to tremendous heights. I don't know how I will be able to support my beer/sushi habit (I've seriously had sushi 3 times this week) and my wine/chevre habit. Heidi and I have just cultivated our taste buds too much. We've also perfected the art of lounging.
Like Heidi once said: "We work out because we like to eat.. and drink.. a lot."
It's partially true. We work out because we want to be healthier too, obviously. However, the weekends just invite trouble in this area. Eh, I feel bad.. but I really shouldn't. I've actually been concerned with my rate of progress at the Rec. I figure having an over-indulgent weekend usually evens out things to where they should be. lol, this weekend might set me back but what the fuck - the memories are priceless and I'd trade a 2 weeks of EFX for good times with my friends any day.
To understand my life philosophy, you must understand the rules of high rolling. It will change your life if you can live by the principles. Few people are strong and saavy enough, even fewer can stomach the lethargy and indulgence required to truly become one of us. I will enlighten you with a few key principles so you can decide for yourself.
Really, one must have priorities. This is the first rule of the high rollers. The second rule is you do things because you can, such as ignoring the knife that is sitting right by you to spread the cheese or the cup that's available to enjoy your beverage. A high roller acknowledges these options but chooses the finger for spreading or the bottle for drinking, fully knowing that these are the crasser options but doing it anyway with an air of elitism that simply makes it acceptable. The third lesson in rolling high is making up your own rules. The fourth, easy to remember, is breaking said rules. The fifth, which is really more of an addendum to four but something at which I have such talent that it receives its own rule, is finding fantastic ways of bullshitting in order to rationalize yourself out of your own rules. You can't just break high-rolling rules - you must do it in style and thus "over-roll" the previous declaration. An example to illuminate you.. Scenario: Heidi and I have just consumed magnificent quantities of food at the Oregon Country Fair. We proceed to eat a pint of the most amazing strawberries ever. Rather than feel ashamed for this insurrection, I correct Heidi for her angst by informing her "Fruit doesn't count as gluttony." A high roller does not feel shame or anxiety, he or she plays it cool and corrects the problem.
Those are but the first few rules of this amazing lifestyle. Like I said, most people can't handle the pressure of being so fantastic all the time.
lol, enough of my bullshit. Today (actually this weekend and week, even) was fantastic but it's back to the grindstone tomorrow. Oh no, a hard week of Italian class for two hours and nothing else. Save your tears, my darlings, I'll toil on.. somehow.
