Tonight was indeed a fried mushroom night with trystan_laryssa. The boys went and washed laundry and played some game involving world domination, dice-rolling, and armies with monsters. I decided we needed chicken to go with the mushrooms; we went out for chicken, and came back with not only chicken, but also Dew, strawberries, cream cheese, chocolate chip cookie dough, and a few other things that are escaping my tired brain.
We had been making crab puffs with the wonton wrappers that were left over from last time. It was late enough that I had gotten even a little past the stage where I think it's hilariously funny to put random things up my nose. (I think Freud does not cover "nasal-retentive" as a developmental stage?) This meant that I had a sudden insight: what if we wrapped up cookie dough in wonton wrappers and deep-fried it? I thought it was an excellent plan. trystan_laryssa thought it was disgusting, and doomed to certain failure, but she was tired enough to entertain the notion.
The cookie puffs were scarily delicious. "These need whipped cream!" she declared. I pointed out that cream cheese was close enough. I experimented with various forms of wrapping. We watched far too much Trigun. It was definitely a slumber party.
The men did not return until nearly 6 in the morning. dustraven wanted to try the cookie puffs. Yay cookie puffs! I am sure that somewhere, someone else has independently come up with cookie puffs, if not by that name. I'm not sure what sort of logic train would lead to that, though, and I'm not entirely sure that I want to.
Things like this demonstrate why I very much do not need drugs. If I can have this kind of insane insight, the sort of insane insight that people usually do not get unless they are stoned out of their little brain cells, while I'm dead sober, then I would probably be dangerous if I were self-medicated and not under the care of a trained professional.