hey, this is the way people are.
Yesterday we did chores--taxes FINALLY (I've been on R to file 'em for over a month now; I hate waiting until April, makes me nervous in this paranoid way where I assume the IRS thinks only deadbeats who are more likely to need to be audited wait that long or something...I actually wound up doing them!), seasonal changing out of air filters, blah blah, groceries because Sunday practice allll day now means doing it then is out. Ah well. Had another abrupt scare news-wise from R which had me frustrated and upset (it wasn't even the news itself exactly, though yes it was scary, so much as the way I never find anything out until it's OH SHIT time...we are night-and-day opposites about that stuff, he loves waiting 'til the last minute and it drives me up a wall not to feel prepared for things), so I sulked and we argued some, then we talked it out and I felt a bit better. Then we went off in a skeptical attempt to the Found Film Festival at the Deli (skeptical because it never seems that well planned out for the crowd--it doesn't seem possible to get advance tickets unless you're in some secret insiders loop or something, so the lines are atrocious and the venues have never seemed large enough or well equipped...last year we were about to get the very last 2 tickets but in the amount of time it would've taken to use the ATM someone else snatched 'em up). Skepticism was healthy; the line was indeed quite long, the Deli was a terrible venue for the thing because the sound isn't right for it, most people had to stand way in the back, and there's huge signs and decorations and columns all over the floor in front of the projector. Jacques validated my feelings afterward when he mentioned they got there over an hour before the thing and there was STILL a line forming. I'm just not interested enough to wait in line that long for it (some things maybe, not this though). I was sure we wouldn't even be able to get in or see anything but it turned out we could and actually we had a great time (and I got to see Bob Odenkirk making goofy faces! Squee!). The messed up thing is a lot of the videos I RECOGNIZED from the late '80s and early '90s--Cher and Joan Lunden etc. doing early morning-type exercise videos, and that goofy fleeting trend with juggling sticks. PetPourri made me laugh and laugh. I saw more weiners than I cared to though...and I don't think I will be able to use my box o' dark miso paste for quite some time.
The evening weather was such perfection we decided to eat a late dinner on a patio* afterward. Lou's was just closing and we weren't in the mood for fancypants stuff, even of the not-really type like Cortona, and I'm saving Sweet Grass' new oyster bar for when Josh and Molly are free so we wound up at CC. I had the best thing I've ever had there--a slab o' in-house meatloaf in a patty melt (the meatloaf had tons of thyme in it which doesn't seem like it'd be a winning thing for me, but it just so happened to be awesome) with caramelized onions that came with fantastic jus-y but thick, shallot-studded gravy. So good with the accompanying steak fries; reminded me of one of my family's ritual "lazy" meals of hot open-faced turkey sandwiches on toast with lots of a nearly identical gravy. Ummm. The weather was so great I could've cried. We also peeped in on House of Mews like we always do when we're walking around that area. Came home and watched more Mad Men--some of those pitch-perfect-silence sort of moments they do so damn well were more apparent in episode 4, so I have a bit more hope, though it still seems more heavy handed than I recall it being in earlier seasons (Don's sorta-remorse-but-still-probably-general-f
*I am dying for R to find the time to help me get the front area cleaned once and for all so we can, like all of our other neighbors, have table and chairs out there and enjoy meals in warm weather. We already have the table--in fact, it desperately needs a spot to belong to so this works out well. We just need to finally finish the massive purging we started like, two years ago. Ack. I can't wait. I promise to make ceviche and freshly squeezed limeade even, once we do it.
The evening weather was such perfection we decided to eat a late dinner on a patio* afterward. Lou's was just closing and we weren't in the mood for fancypants stuff, even of the not-really type like Cortona, and I'm saving Sweet Grass' new oyster bar for when Josh and Molly are free so we wound up at CC. I had the best thing I've ever had there--a slab o' in-house meatloaf in a patty melt (the meatloaf had tons of thyme in it which doesn't seem like it'd be a winning thing for me, but it just so happened to be awesome) with caramelized onions that came with fantastic jus-y but thick, shallot-studded gravy. So good with the accompanying steak fries; reminded me of one of my family's ritual "lazy" meals of hot open-faced turkey sandwiches on toast with lots of a nearly identical gravy. Ummm. The weather was so great I could've cried. We also peeped in on House of Mews like we always do when we're walking around that area. Came home and watched more Mad Men--some of those pitch-perfect-silence sort of moments they do so damn well were more apparent in episode 4, so I have a bit more hope, though it still seems more heavy handed than I recall it being in earlier seasons (Don's sorta-remorse-but-still-probably-general-f
*I am dying for R to find the time to help me get the front area cleaned once and for all so we can, like all of our other neighbors, have table and chairs out there and enjoy meals in warm weather. We already have the table--in fact, it desperately needs a spot to belong to so this works out well. We just need to finally finish the massive purging we started like, two years ago. Ack. I can't wait. I promise to make ceviche and freshly squeezed limeade even, once we do it.