Mom and Jim are coming through town as part of their month long vacation/honeymoon. We expect them around Tuesday or Wednesday, depending on the weather. Right now they are sitting out a storm and some icy roads just west of Wichita, Kansas before hitting the road in the motorhome with station wagon in tow. So my day is now about Mother-izing the house. Clean, clean, polish, dust, fold and fluff the laundry and tackle the floor with a mop. Ohh the humanity. To top it off, my sister and room mate, is sick and moving at about half speed after taking the day off work. So I am trying to spear head the assault without pissing her off. A delicate balance on par with anything Colin Powell has been doing for the last few months.
Wish me well as I begin the mop up operation.
A low key lifestyle. We scuttled the zoo plans on Saturday after a weekend long snow and cold fit that kept us locked up indoors. We went for some good old fashioned pub visiting on Saturday afternoon. The stalwart trio of Roy, Ed and Julie first ate a late breakfast at Pete’s Greek Town Cafe. Not nearly as greasy , but also not nearly as fresh and tasty as Pete’s other fine establishments. After a brunch and some beers we travelled over to The Bull and Bush over in historic and meteoric Glendale. A neat little tavern. Quiet, good service, good micro brewed beer and you don’t come out of the joint smelling like an ashtray. From there we journeyed over to Choppers in Cherry Creek. A nice bar and not as crowded as we expected for a late Saturday afternoon. A pizza and a few Denver Pale Ales and that folks wrapped up the Saturday hijinx. It is a nice little rhythm of late as the trio visits some new haunts and reconnects with some older ones during my favorite time of the day, mid-afternoon.
Sunday we attempted to save the breakfast affair from Saturday, eating a good, greasy-spoon inspired meal at Pete’s Gyros kitchen. A meal that met the expectations. From there, Julie and I took Ed to Sam’s Club. This was fun as Ed came into contact with a whole new element in the world – mass produced shoppers happy to buy by the gross. Ed’s final assessment. “Not bad prices, but they carry none of my brands.” That made me smile. Only our little minor celebrity would insist on Pellegrino at bulk shopping prices, or nothing at all.
Kevin and I have started an email chess game. If you are up for a game go here and start up a game. I’ll play ya. I am not good, just curious and learning.
I feel slighted. Well, not really. I am not much of a Grammys fan and usually could care less about the over blown awards show. Hell, with all the categories offered, I am bit upset that I didn’t get one. But I do have a soft spot in my heart for Bruce Springsteen. And the Rising is a great, great album. I don’t put it on par with Born to Run or Born in the USA but it does have the maturity and the passion of Tunnel of Love and that is nothing to sneeze at. I also enjoy Nora Jones and have her album. And I guess the Grammy award for album of the year will mean she will have some career longevity – Sony will keep her around for a few more albums. But only time will tell if she has any depth or maturity make for a long lasting career.
I believe a trip to the zoo is being hatched today or tomorrow. I haven’t been to the zoo in years. So, depending on the weather, (snow is forecast later this afternoon.) I think some good old fashioned time with the animal kingdom is in order.
Revisited the adventures of Lloyd Dobler last night. I had two things running through my head all day. The speech Lloyd gives to John Mahoney and the song about Joe that Lili Taylor sings at the party. So after a great dinner at a tiny little Vietnamese Seafood place that my sister and I stumbled onto, I settled down to watch a VideoTape recording. It is a fun lil ol’ film that although was put out seven years after I got out of high school, still does justice to an 80s high school and college experience.
Thanks to the good people of Metafilter, I bring you paper plane flying school. Now quit working and go play. It’s Friday.
This is very cool. Combining my fascination with Google and a perhaps unhealthy fascination with obituaries and the dead. I have hosted the Phyllis Diller Is Not Dead celebrity dead pool for a few years and as part of that effort I send out topical obits to friends and subscribers. But this stalwart obit fan has taken it to a new level. I especially appreciate the obit poetry, the liberal use of dead folks photographs and the obituary related links on the left hand side. Do take some time and lurk around here. It has some shear gold. My hat goes off to the author.
Watched the newest Margaret Cho DVD last night. I was told that the show was just filthy and almost uncomfortable, but I disagree. With her frankness and filthy mouth and ability to go to the jugular for a punch line, she would fit in nicely with our crowd. Put it on your to rent list if you haven’t already. Unless, you are a grown up, then stay away, it makes Buddy Hacket look like a choir boy.
Cooked up a doozy of a steak last night. Following the Food Network’s advice, I pan seared a couple of rib eyes. Mmmmm, finally a restaurant quality steak at home. Growing up as a kid, my parents tended to ruin a broiled steak. And sometimes the grill isn’t handy. Its nice to have a way to cook a good steak quickly. I highly recommend it. And since we are on the topic, Jamie Oliver crafted a curry dish the other day that was very reminiscent of that served at Denver’s beloved Streets of London pub. Just leave out the potatoes and serve with fries. It features a curry sauce made from scratch. I think I may try it this weekend. I really must stop watching the Food Network late night between Letterman and Conan. I wake up hungry.