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ironymaideni stopped fighting the ague and stayed home and in bed all day Friday. it healed body and mind. somehow napping and reading for a day dissipated the poisonous fog of the last couple weeks.
C and i had a belated anniversary thing at The Melting Pot. i know it's a cheesy chain, but no stand-alone restaurant would let you combine raw seafood, boiling broth, sharp forks, and a bottle of wine. and the grandparents paid for it.
we tooled around Wallingford Saturday. Bottleworks cannot order me Yuengling. what a great conundrum....you can have carry away access to beers from all over the world, or you can have Yuengling. the staff gave me tips on having someone ship me a case :)
The Erotic Bakery was disappointing. i think i was expecting more cake architecture than cake ornament. it made me hungry for marzipan. the local vitamin store was closing down and selling off its fixtures, so we got a perfect rack for all our model paints for a buck.
i bought Persepolis and probably read half over a pot of tea at Teahouse Kuan Yin. then we caught the bus home and went over to Hops on Equinox. by the time we arrived things had degenerated from 3oz tastes to full glasses, and the food demos were over. we drank many beers and ate too little food, listened to The Memphis Radio Kings, and C bought the t-shirt. it's all to support Folklife, so i wish i had spent more money.
on the way home i gave the tuba guy (the one who busks outside the Opera House) a buck, and he played me My Sharona. i'm not sure there's anything else like it.
Sunday brunch at Fado. boxty, the Irish breakfast burrito. we're thinking we need to take in some early morning games - they have a full subscription to British Premier League-if we can drag our asses downtown for a 5:30am start.
i've since finished Persepolis, and it's brilliant. i hope someone is fighting over the rights to animate it.
C and i had a belated anniversary thing at The Melting Pot. i know it's a cheesy chain, but no stand-alone restaurant would let you combine raw seafood, boiling broth, sharp forks, and a bottle of wine. and the grandparents paid for it.
we tooled around Wallingford Saturday. Bottleworks cannot order me Yuengling. what a great conundrum....you can have carry away access to beers from all over the world, or you can have Yuengling. the staff gave me tips on having someone ship me a case :)
The Erotic Bakery was disappointing. i think i was expecting more cake architecture than cake ornament. it made me hungry for marzipan. the local vitamin store was closing down and selling off its fixtures, so we got a perfect rack for all our model paints for a buck.
i bought Persepolis and probably read half over a pot of tea at Teahouse Kuan Yin. then we caught the bus home and went over to Hops on Equinox. by the time we arrived things had degenerated from 3oz tastes to full glasses, and the food demos were over. we drank many beers and ate too little food, listened to The Memphis Radio Kings, and C bought the t-shirt. it's all to support Folklife, so i wish i had spent more money.
on the way home i gave the tuba guy (the one who busks outside the Opera House) a buck, and he played me My Sharona. i'm not sure there's anything else like it.
Sunday brunch at Fado. boxty, the Irish breakfast burrito. we're thinking we need to take in some early morning games - they have a full subscription to British Premier League-if we can drag our asses downtown for a 5:30am start.
i've since finished Persepolis, and it's brilliant. i hope someone is fighting over the rights to animate it.
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Date: 2004-03-24 11:29 pm (UTC)it's even in this month's QPB
Date: 2004-03-25 05:14 am (UTC)i love the idea of wanting to have the most persecuted and wrongfully imprisoned relative. kinda like the 9/11 conversations i've been involved in where everyone is trying to claim a relationship to someone who was there.
i found it so effective because Satrapi pulled me in with the shared experience of childhood. of course, i was playing Luke Skywalker and she was playing Che Guevara. i'm highly resistant to comic books without superheroes, but it's a story i would have read with pleasure anyway, and the pictures are the last dollop of subversiveness from someone who wore jeans under her chador.