Tuesday, September 22, 2009
A Splashing Success
There's a crappy cell phone photo of Dave's bun from dinner last night. It was stuck all over with what looked like irregular poppy seeds but which turned out to be ground black pepper. My guess is that someone--some hungover someone perhaps--did actually mistake pepper for poppy seeds and then decided to serve it anyway. I guess if you add a pat of Wholesome Farms butter, then everything is gonna be all right. (Doesn't Wholesome Farms sound like a name dreamed up by some corporate executive who plays golf all day and gets three million dollars in annual bonuses? It sounds bogus, I mean. Can you imagine a farmer calling his farm "Wholesome Farm"? No, you can't. I don't like it when butter lies to me, dammit.)
We had dinner at Flying Star last night because I wanted pancakes for dinner. Dave had mac 'n' cheese. We skipped dessert (because you can't justify dessert after eating pancakes for your main course, I'm afraid. Those are the rules.)
Under the category of Other Things That Happened Yesterday:
Dave got a haircut. It's very, very short. He likes it. I think he looks like this guy:
Either of those guys, actually, but slightly more like the one in the glasses.
Just joking. I actually like Yoko Ono. It's just that Dave has a beardish type thing on his face and he wears glasses.
So, yes, the haircut.
After, we went to Target. I still had to buy a pashmina-ish thing for the wedding because the mall shopping trip didn't pan out. I looked over the clutches, too, but that has been a bust all around. (It's homecoming season right now, and all the little high school girls foraging for cheap finery are making it impossible to find a cheap clutch.) Then there had to be all the little things one needs to buy when one is unaccustomed to going out: hairspray, for example, hosiery, nail polish in a gray color that matches the gray pashmina-ish thing. (Dave picked out two shades of gray nail polish for me, actually. One is a kind of opaque silvery gray with a purplish tint. One is a softer, more translucent gray. I think I'll wear the softer gray on my fingernails, the opaque gray on the toes.) Of course while I was buying hosiery, I decided to stock up on bras. Why not?
I get dressed up about once every two years, so I don't mind splashing out, as the Brits say.
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