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let's shag!
Mar. 2nd, 2008 09:56 pmA large white SUV, trundling along in the middle lane, with the license plate LETSSHAG. Genuinely curious about the sex fiend inside, I peered over as the front seat hove into view: someone's grandfather looked earnestly back. Nick and I nearly doubled over with hysterical laughter.
I'm going to posit that the old dear is a swing dancer. I hope. Unless he's a scary swinger.
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Watching Charlie Bartlett made it imperative that I subject Nick to Pump Up The Volume. I think it was better than he was expecting. "It's like a mixture of Charlie Bartlett and Robocop." uhhhhh... ok. If you say so. It's amazing how perfectly the movie captures the late 80s/early 90s. And hey. Even if we are once again in the middle of "a totally exhausted decade where there's nothing to look forward to and no one to look up to"... at least I'm old enough to know that things will change and move on.
Actually, Pump up the Volume was better than I remembered it being. And the soundtrack still rocks.
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Tasty weekend; on friday I splurged at Sushi Taro and got the Toro Jaw Tataki, which came out with lightly-glazed fatty edges (I watched them take the blow torch to it), and an insane amount of marbling. Oh God So Good. Saturday Nick and I ventured up to Greg's Bagels, and came back with books and fish and fresh-squeezed blood-orange-juice from the Belvedere Market. We finished off the evening with falafel and frites from the Amsterdam Falafel Shop and beer at Tryst. Tonight we had Indonesian food at Satay Sarinah in Alexandria.
I am full and happy.
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My birthmother has sent me a birthday present. It arrives tomorrow. I called her and wished her a happy British Mothers Day. Still bemused, on all fronts.
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There is something truly special about being able to read in bed next to someone who is happily engrossed in their own book.
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Tangentially: "How to Read a French Fry" is a really good book masquerading as a cookbook.
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WAMU (in the form of NPR, The Prairie Home Companion, recorded interviews and old radio shows) has been quite good lately. We tuned in part way through an interview with Jimmy Breslin on the PRI show "Bob Edwards Weekend" which was beautifully irascible. Now I'm likely going to have to buy one of Breslin's books.
I'm going to posit that the old dear is a swing dancer. I hope. Unless he's a scary swinger.
...
Watching Charlie Bartlett made it imperative that I subject Nick to Pump Up The Volume. I think it was better than he was expecting. "It's like a mixture of Charlie Bartlett and Robocop." uhhhhh... ok. If you say so. It's amazing how perfectly the movie captures the late 80s/early 90s. And hey. Even if we are once again in the middle of "a totally exhausted decade where there's nothing to look forward to and no one to look up to"... at least I'm old enough to know that things will change and move on.
Actually, Pump up the Volume was better than I remembered it being. And the soundtrack still rocks.
...
Tasty weekend; on friday I splurged at Sushi Taro and got the Toro Jaw Tataki, which came out with lightly-glazed fatty edges (I watched them take the blow torch to it), and an insane amount of marbling. Oh God So Good. Saturday Nick and I ventured up to Greg's Bagels, and came back with books and fish and fresh-squeezed blood-orange-juice from the Belvedere Market. We finished off the evening with falafel and frites from the Amsterdam Falafel Shop and beer at Tryst. Tonight we had Indonesian food at Satay Sarinah in Alexandria.
I am full and happy.
...
My birthmother has sent me a birthday present. It arrives tomorrow. I called her and wished her a happy British Mothers Day. Still bemused, on all fronts.
...
There is something truly special about being able to read in bed next to someone who is happily engrossed in their own book.
...
Tangentially: "How to Read a French Fry" is a really good book masquerading as a cookbook.
...
WAMU (in the form of NPR, The Prairie Home Companion, recorded interviews and old radio shows) has been quite good lately. We tuned in part way through an interview with Jimmy Breslin on the PRI show "Bob Edwards Weekend" which was beautifully irascible. Now I'm likely going to have to buy one of Breslin's books.
