How do the British survive? The tea consumption alone is astronomical. When I was in Bexleyheath in October, I was offered tea at least four times a day. I usually have one cup a day, if that. One day during that trip, I resolved to drink each cup that was made for me. I felt ok, aside from the frequent urination.
Yesterday, I hosted a Shaun of the Dead screening. It was great fun. I enjoyed it, anyway. There were eleven of us in my parent's basement, and we had so much food, it was great. I had those great chocolate chip-pumpkin cookies and edamame, and people brought cheese, crackers, grapes, trail mix, meatballs, breaded zucchini sticks, and chips and chips and chips.
I didn't eat too much, though. I hit the soy beans and had a couple of cookies, but most of the real estate in my stomach was occupied by tea. In honour of the British pic pick, I brewed a pot of tea for my guests. Only Laura and Terry partook in a single cup each. I, however, made up for everyone else.
I had a cup before people arrived, then two cups while we waited for the last lost lambs to arrive (triple trouble, ya'll), then another while we watched the movie. Then I brewed another pot and had two more cups that night.
Stop grinning at me like that, you limey bastard.
I'm not talking herbal tea here, either. It was full-on Tetley.
I guess I know now that I cannot physically handle six cups of tea in one day. I went to bed early, feeling slightly sick and clammy, my skin crawling like there were tiny electric charges surging at random all over. This, I suppose, is akin to the coffee jitters I hear so much about. I didn't like it at all. It was unnerving in a tolerable way.
I had an All Shaun, All The Time Weekend. On Saturday, I watched the commentary track, and on Sunday morning, I watched the trivia track version of the movie, which is lovingly called the Zombometer. It was very informative about all the little nods to the creators' favourite zombie movies. Edgar Wright and Simon Pegg are inspired.
About half my guests hadn't seen the movie before, which was great. I think that people who had seen it and wanted to see it again really shows how great it is, though. I say if you haven't seen it, you should go rent it. Or, better yet, save yourself the future rental fees and just buy a copy for yourself. I paid c.$15 for my copy, I think (more than I usually would pay), and I've probably averaged it down to about a dollar per showing now.
I tried to do my hair up in an Yvonne-esque pouf, and although I couldn't get Jessica's height, it really put me in the mood. For a disembowling.