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hiro protagonist and the ketchup wars
Jun. 3rd, 2008 12:32 pmSunday, Nick and I eventually made it up to NYC. We went on the amusement park ride that is B&H, complete with queues for each attraction. "This is the really big lens ride!" I'd been pondering a pocketable point-and-shoot for the last year, and so browsed the ones on offer. Most of them seem to be plasticy, rounded, and in bright bright colors. augh. Really just not satisfying. And then I held the Canon SD790. No plastic buttons- the metal casing over these areas is flexible. So it appears almost like a monolithic metal case.
I pulled out the iphone and consulted the internet regarding this potential purchase. As it happens, Ken Rockwell reviewed it exceedingly favorably. So I bought it.
We wended our way down to brooklyn and found the conference hotel. We then took a nap. ooops. But eventually, food was needed. Off to The Spotted Pig, where we found a 30 minute wait. No problem, we bellied up to the bar. There was one stool open with some space near it, between an older japanese man on crutches and a somewhat elegantly disheveled guy in a jacket having dinner by himself. I perched on the stool and Nick stood over me. I rashly ordered mojitos after our first round of drinks, and the extra alcohol loosened my tongue and allowed me to exclaim over the disheveled man's rack of lamb as it wafted past. Conversation ensued; it turned out that he used to live in DC, and used to work at the Brickskeller!
Eventually, however, our table was ready; wedged between two other two-tops, it required sliding the table to get in and out. I was elbow-to-elbow with the aforementioned japanese man. His dining companion was a lovely young japanese girl. He found Nick quite handsome, and commented on it.
Yes, yes, he *is* quite handsome.
Was the young lady his daughter? oh, not at all! She worked in his office– and here Hiro leaned in, and lowered his voice– he was trying to seduce her. Was he likely to be successful? He shrugged eloquently. It would be up to the lady.
Over at the next table, conflict was brewing. Just as their excellent roquefort burgers and crispy fries were delivered, another girl came by and perfunctorily asked for, then took, their bottle of ketchup. They waited for a few minutes, but she did not return it. This was insupportable! Off the girl went, girded for battle. She snatched the bottle back, and sat down, victorious. Ketchup!
For some reason the table next to them took exception to this, and took their *own* bottle of ketchup, and delivered it to the original thief. "We are the switzerland of ketchup" they declared, though I think they really were unclear on what switzerland might have done in this case.
But the night was not over yet. The tipsy ketchup purloiner came by to defend her honor. "You're a complete lunatic, you know that?! Completely CRAZY." Our neighbor had a brilliant rejoinder: "no, YOU are crazy!"
To be fair, they were both pretty drunk. But it was hilarious.
...
Yesterday, Nick and I each took a spin in an Ariel Atom. OMG. Much fun. Last night, Lombardi's and Rice to Riches with a friend from middle school.
And now, we will take one last pass through the city and head home.
I pulled out the iphone and consulted the internet regarding this potential purchase. As it happens, Ken Rockwell reviewed it exceedingly favorably. So I bought it.
We wended our way down to brooklyn and found the conference hotel. We then took a nap. ooops. But eventually, food was needed. Off to The Spotted Pig, where we found a 30 minute wait. No problem, we bellied up to the bar. There was one stool open with some space near it, between an older japanese man on crutches and a somewhat elegantly disheveled guy in a jacket having dinner by himself. I perched on the stool and Nick stood over me. I rashly ordered mojitos after our first round of drinks, and the extra alcohol loosened my tongue and allowed me to exclaim over the disheveled man's rack of lamb as it wafted past. Conversation ensued; it turned out that he used to live in DC, and used to work at the Brickskeller!
Eventually, however, our table was ready; wedged between two other two-tops, it required sliding the table to get in and out. I was elbow-to-elbow with the aforementioned japanese man. His dining companion was a lovely young japanese girl. He found Nick quite handsome, and commented on it.
Yes, yes, he *is* quite handsome.
Was the young lady his daughter? oh, not at all! She worked in his office– and here Hiro leaned in, and lowered his voice– he was trying to seduce her. Was he likely to be successful? He shrugged eloquently. It would be up to the lady.
Over at the next table, conflict was brewing. Just as their excellent roquefort burgers and crispy fries were delivered, another girl came by and perfunctorily asked for, then took, their bottle of ketchup. They waited for a few minutes, but she did not return it. This was insupportable! Off the girl went, girded for battle. She snatched the bottle back, and sat down, victorious. Ketchup!
For some reason the table next to them took exception to this, and took their *own* bottle of ketchup, and delivered it to the original thief. "We are the switzerland of ketchup" they declared, though I think they really were unclear on what switzerland might have done in this case.
But the night was not over yet. The tipsy ketchup purloiner came by to defend her honor. "You're a complete lunatic, you know that?! Completely CRAZY." Our neighbor had a brilliant rejoinder: "no, YOU are crazy!"
To be fair, they were both pretty drunk. But it was hilarious.
...
Yesterday, Nick and I each took a spin in an Ariel Atom. OMG. Much fun. Last night, Lombardi's and Rice to Riches with a friend from middle school.
And now, we will take one last pass through the city and head home.
