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dragonlady7Two nights in a row I've eaten out, and had drinks too. I am such a budding barfly.
Friday night Z and I went to Zebb's because he had a terrible craving for loaded fries. I had not one but two of their fancymapantsy drinks. We used to go to Zebb's a lot when I was a student in Rochester, and I very rarely drank alcohol there. They have a "specialty cocktails" menu that includes all sorts of fruity-tooty cocktails at exorbitant prices, and I finally gave in and had the San Francisco Limbo Dancer ("Fruity, but with a backbone!") It was tiki-ish and tasty. But not as good as the Zombies at Happy Jack's. You know, I need to find a good, old-fashioned, genuine tiki bar that does not require me to cross an international border to get to.
Last night I was on my way down to the cash office to make my deposit and put my bank away, and I noticed a text message had arrived on my phone. It was from Z. "Bad craziness @ work." He was at the office. On a Saturday night. Great. So I phoned him up, and he was there fixing the God-Damned Server (which was now eating email), and had gone there on the scooter, and it was now dark and his scooter isn't very visible in the dark. So I went down there to join him with the intention of following him home to make sure nobody ran him over.
We were there another hour and a half or so, but fortunately I had my laptop with me and lounged on the office futon. Also fortunately, I also had a sandwich with me that I'd gotten at work but not eaten. So I toaster-ovened that and provided my hard-working fella with a snack. It was just enough to remind me that I was starving.
His buddy Chris called while we were there, and suggested an outing for the evening. So after the bad craziness was at least temporarily laid to rest, we went home and changed and then went with Chris down to the Century Grill again. We go there a lot lately, The bartender remembers us. We never drink much. I alone had two drinks. We also had some excellent, excellent barbeque wings. I think actually they were better than Bob & John's bbq wings, which is saying something. These were fantabulous-- big fat wings, with really crispy skin, and the bbq sauce was tangy and gloppy and sweet and just hot enough that after two wings or so you'd pause and think, hey, there's some spice in these. Which is how I like my hot foods-- the spiciness is an interesting afterthought, rather than the sole feature of the sauce.
We didn't stay out way late, but we did do some Pointless Driving Around that culminated in a trip to Tim Horton's, which is a bit of a tradition. And driving through the University District a bit before midnight, Chris did get Z to roll the window down and yell random things at the flocks of party-bound students. "Follow your dreams!" Z shouted at one group, before Chris rolled the window back up in a panic.
"What?" Z said. "You told me to do it."
"Not at a red light!" Chris hissed, slouching low over the wheel. "Jesus!"
Oh, at work yesterday I seem to have mentioned to a co-worker that I had an online blog, and he said, "a livejournal? I'll have to go look for it!" although I really don't know what he hopes I'd be writing in here. Still, he has a formidable attention span, so I'm just going to assume he's going to find this. (I did give him a hint that it's linked to from the website I keep under my real name. I bet this journal comes up all right in Google for a search on my real name. It's not like it's a secret. And it's not like I didn't used to do search engine optimization like for a living.)
So hi, Brian Whipple! Leave a comment to let us know you made it! I would be interested to know how easy it is to find this.
Wow, I haven't googled myself in months and months and probably like more than a year now. Wonder if I'm still up there. I used to be #1 and #2...
No! I'm not even on the first page anymore! Dag, yo. That's harsh. Eh well. It'll be more of a challenge to find me, then.
Oh, I broke 16,000 while languishing on the futon in Z's office last night, so that was pretty sweet. However, nothing's happened yet. It's like a Seinfeld episode of a fantasy novel, only longer and with less of the funny.
Friday night Z and I went to Zebb's because he had a terrible craving for loaded fries. I had not one but two of their fancymapantsy drinks. We used to go to Zebb's a lot when I was a student in Rochester, and I very rarely drank alcohol there. They have a "specialty cocktails" menu that includes all sorts of fruity-tooty cocktails at exorbitant prices, and I finally gave in and had the San Francisco Limbo Dancer ("Fruity, but with a backbone!") It was tiki-ish and tasty. But not as good as the Zombies at Happy Jack's. You know, I need to find a good, old-fashioned, genuine tiki bar that does not require me to cross an international border to get to.
Last night I was on my way down to the cash office to make my deposit and put my bank away, and I noticed a text message had arrived on my phone. It was from Z. "Bad craziness @ work." He was at the office. On a Saturday night. Great. So I phoned him up, and he was there fixing the God-Damned Server (which was now eating email), and had gone there on the scooter, and it was now dark and his scooter isn't very visible in the dark. So I went down there to join him with the intention of following him home to make sure nobody ran him over.
We were there another hour and a half or so, but fortunately I had my laptop with me and lounged on the office futon. Also fortunately, I also had a sandwich with me that I'd gotten at work but not eaten. So I toaster-ovened that and provided my hard-working fella with a snack. It was just enough to remind me that I was starving.
His buddy Chris called while we were there, and suggested an outing for the evening. So after the bad craziness was at least temporarily laid to rest, we went home and changed and then went with Chris down to the Century Grill again. We go there a lot lately, The bartender remembers us. We never drink much. I alone had two drinks. We also had some excellent, excellent barbeque wings. I think actually they were better than Bob & John's bbq wings, which is saying something. These were fantabulous-- big fat wings, with really crispy skin, and the bbq sauce was tangy and gloppy and sweet and just hot enough that after two wings or so you'd pause and think, hey, there's some spice in these. Which is how I like my hot foods-- the spiciness is an interesting afterthought, rather than the sole feature of the sauce.
We didn't stay out way late, but we did do some Pointless Driving Around that culminated in a trip to Tim Horton's, which is a bit of a tradition. And driving through the University District a bit before midnight, Chris did get Z to roll the window down and yell random things at the flocks of party-bound students. "Follow your dreams!" Z shouted at one group, before Chris rolled the window back up in a panic.
"What?" Z said. "You told me to do it."
"Not at a red light!" Chris hissed, slouching low over the wheel. "Jesus!"
Oh, at work yesterday I seem to have mentioned to a co-worker that I had an online blog, and he said, "a livejournal? I'll have to go look for it!" although I really don't know what he hopes I'd be writing in here. Still, he has a formidable attention span, so I'm just going to assume he's going to find this. (I did give him a hint that it's linked to from the website I keep under my real name. I bet this journal comes up all right in Google for a search on my real name. It's not like it's a secret. And it's not like I didn't used to do search engine optimization like for a living.)
So hi, Brian Whipple! Leave a comment to let us know you made it! I would be interested to know how easy it is to find this.
Wow, I haven't googled myself in months and months and probably like more than a year now. Wonder if I'm still up there. I used to be #1 and #2...
No! I'm not even on the first page anymore! Dag, yo. That's harsh. Eh well. It'll be more of a challenge to find me, then.
Oh, I broke 16,000 while languishing on the futon in Z's office last night, so that was pretty sweet. However, nothing's happened yet. It's like a Seinfeld episode of a fantasy novel, only longer and with less of the funny.
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Date: 2005-11-06 03:40 pm (UTC)