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2006-09-13, 9:20 a.m.:
I've added two of my old UNCG homies (or cronies? aren't you guys old enough to be cronies now?) to the bloglist (DO NOT repeat to anyone that I've actually used the term 'bloglist' unironically): Tita Ramirez at Miscellaneous Trauma and Ken Joyner at Another Town. Who else is out there in the ether? I also have to say that I had the most brilliant of ideas. Why shouldn't Morrissey play Sweeney Todd? I think this would be the most brilliant casting stroke of all time. I 'd like to see the Moz play Benjamin Barker's righteous rage, but I'd also like to hear him in that lovely baritone range. 4 comments
2006-08-26, 8:32 a.m.:
My birthday was in some ways the BEST BIRTHDAY EVER: #6. The boys and I hang out all morning, eating snacks and treats and watching 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory' (Att the man, the pre-preschooler - he starts preschool in a week! - got to pick it) and being generally cheerful. Not a soul calls. And there are no cake-making ingredients. I pull the most delicious cafe lattes. #5. Many cards are delivered to the house (by Pedro, who has finally fetched the mail after circa 3.5 months of it languishing at the post office), including the delicious biscotti homemade by Holly. I share them with Alice and Gini and the cousins, who have driven up the hill bearing gifs of silver and lapis lazuli. #4. We arrive at Jax. Boulder is a madhouse - the media in town, and the last weekend before CU classes start up. There is a 45 minute wait for a table. It's already after 8:30PM and I'm starving. I'm waiting for Peter out front (he is parking - he has dropped me off with my styly pink cane and matching shawl) when the hostess rushes back over and says there's a table immediately! An investment banker is going to be very, very late! Yay for investment bankers, but I still thought that an odd detail. Like, we got the INVESTMENT BANKER'S table. She takes me right over. Since I'm with cane and boot and there are lots of people waiting in the bar (which is the size of a pantry closet), I'm wondering if we didn't get the pity table. #3. I order champagne as an aperitif. I haven't had champagne in ages. It's the perfect summer festive birthday celebratory I-left-the-kids-at-home beverage. And I get carded. I got CARDED! I got carded on my 42nd birthday. I WIN, I WIN, I WIN. (The family contest, that is. I called my mom and told her so she can be sure to pass it around to all the sibs. Of course, every year when I have a new record, they somehow manage to adjust their last-time-I-was-carded stories upward. I swear this is true.) Peter pointed out that I was exactly twice the drinking age. Ha. #2. Mussels. With a spicy mango fresca wash. Or something. Delicious. I had been thinking about mussels lately. Espresso at the bookstore, postcards, two books of poetry. It was my birthday after all. One was by Dave Lee, whom Justin lauds frequently but whose work I don't know at all. No cake. Because you can't take the MOLTEN CHOCOLATE CAKE (with vanilla bean gelato and caramel syrup) home with you. #1. Ipod. It has a little video screen. Now I can listen to podcasts of This American Life (which I haven't heard in about a year) in the kitchen, in the car, doing laundry, what ho. We don't really get an NPR station up here, my car radio is broken. My first iPod. It's sort of the size of a cigarette pack. That's the perfect size for everything. (Those weren't really in any order of greatness, but the ascending-preference thing seemed like it might generate some excitement. On this post-birthday rainy day. On which it might be TOO rainy to go hear the great Sam Bush perform at Nedfest. But I MUST hear Sam Bush, must I not? I must. I guess I can wrap my boot in a big plastic sack, sigh. And look ridiculous, and possibly slip. The road to music is fraught with much adversity. Tomorrow Dr. John plays. And tonight? Peter's band, Papas in the Shed.) 3 comments
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