Earlier this week we ordered our film festival coupon book. Yup, just one; normally we get two (and can thus see ten movies together), but since I’ll be away for a week in the middle of the festival, we have to keep it to five.
Yo, CBGB…get on the bus!
One more upside to having cats: this morning my wife discovered that one of the hairy fuckers had vomited on my work bag.
We closed the bedroom door so that they wouldn’t wake us up in the night, so I figure this was retribution.
Tonight was the last of the summerlicious outings: Bruyea Brothers. None of us had been, but it came highly recommended.
It finished just as strongly as Square and Lobby had set the pace. It turns out that I like venison a lot (my brother might be right when he says, “the cuter the animal, the better it tastes”), and the creme brulee — despite having it for the second time in a week — was a great way to finish it all off. Even the starter — a pedestrian-looking salad — was excellent. Very tasty.
I think I liked all of these places because the style is similar…high quality food & service, but laid back and unpretentious.
Oh, and before the restaurant, I met some colleagues from a former life for drinks. Six of us, who’d worked in the Professional Services department at Delano (a tech bubble victim). Some I see fairly often, some I hadn’t seen in years. It’s too bad I could only stay for an hour; it was funny to catch up and swap stories.
We saw Wedding Crashers (imdb | rotten tomatoes) last night. Some thoughts:
Save your money, go see Murderball.
Is anyone else kind of underwhelmed by this year’s Mercury Prize shortlist?
Man, reports like this bug me. From eMarketer:
A new survey finds that the average American worker wastes over two hours a day — much of it online — costing industry billions a year.
So…why not publish similar reports that tell us how much time employees waste on the phone? Or getting coffee? Or doing their nails, or talking to co-workers, or taking a piss?
People use the internet for lots of stuff, just like they use the office phones and mailboxes and bathrooms. Get over it.
And now, the eternal question: do I go home and go for a run? Or do I go home and lie down and hope this headache goes away?
Tonight was our last summerlicious dinner with T-Bone (who brought along the lovely JC), Lobby being our final stop. I was very pleasantly surprised; every time I’ve walked by I’ve laughed at the pretentious white sofas and velvet rope out front, but I enjoyed tonight a lot. The food — I had carrot & ginger soup, molasses and mustard brick hen with jalapeno corn sauce, and crème brulee for dessert — was very good, the server was…well, hot, but so was the temperature inside the restaurant. That was my only complaint: the heat…but that’s hardly their fault, ’cause it’s hot enough in this city to melt the paint off a car. Ooh, and it was also fun to watch Nellie and T-Bone try to climb into the tall, heavy chairs.
We’ll definitely be going back there, maybe for dinner, maybe just for drinks. I have to say, for a summerlicious lineup that seemed pretty underwhelming, I think we’ve done pretty well thus far. Square was great too, and we still have one left: Bruyea Brothers.
Another day, another heat/humidity/smog/death warning. Seriously, it’s so bad that we can’t even bear to be in the apartment unless the a/c is on at least medium, and even then we’re sweating like pigs. Fortunately the office is like a meat locker.
Yeesh…in four days we’ll be back on a plane, headed for the family farm. I think I’ve seen just about enough of airports and exit rows lately.
Stupid Air Canada cancelled our flight and moved us to a later flight too, meaning we won’t arrive at the farm until 2AM. I called yesterday to tell them that we want to be put on an earlier flight, but after half an hour on hold I just gave up.
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