Friday: We had a big poker night for Jeff's b-day. Good crowd, mumbling, laughing, the sound of chips hitting the table, empty bottles lined up like an art installation in-progress, Andy Goldsworthy's "Rivers and Tides" dvd providing background scenery.
Didn't do much on Saturday; am presently reading A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius (finally) and thus far it is more heartbreaking than genius. I'll review it properly when I'm done.
Sunday, out with R. to Taste of Chicago. Ate: crab cake nuggets (yum), catfish nuggets (okay), Connie's pizza (big!), jerk tofu (and I'm not a big tofu fan, but oh-my-god it was excellent), rainbow cone (of course), enchiladas (decent), pot stickers (quite tasty), and I'm probably forgetting something. Went early enough to catch a lesser propertion of stupid people who do not understand how to walk in a crowd. Took the Metra up there; something I have never done, so it was an interesting ride through the well manicured suburbs through the decaying city stops (Cicero stop especially; looks like it'll fall down any moment now).
Later, watched The Apartment, a Billy Wilder movie from 1960, with Jack Lemmon and Shirley MacLaine. Classic; excellent movie, some of the dialogue and little comedic touches are brilliant.
1 comment:
You forgot the Jalebi. And the cheesecake. And that I had 1/2 a Billygoat chee-burger. But you didn't have any, so that's OK.
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