About last night:
Stealthily, we plotted an adventure. Using our super-secret wireless trasceivers we added details to our plan. The time was the first thing decided on...so many factors had to be considered. The next item on our list was our first stop...where to get out supplies for the mission. After that had been declared, it was on to our pre-determined location. Afterwards, well we left that open. We weren't sure how we would be feeling after this recon. And we managed to do all this in seemingly unnoticed glory.
So Jen and I wanted to catch the Leibovitz show at the Fine Arts Center Modern here in town. And we did. But we decided to get some vittles first, in the form of lasagna (for her) and manicotti (for myself), washed down with the finest house cab sauv. The venue? Paravicini's. The meal? Delightful. On the way towards the show, we decided to park at her house and walk up to the FAC. We strolled right by our usual haunt...half expecting one of the (ir)regulars to pounce on us and malign us in some way. But we managed to get by unscathed. And on to the show, which included some amazing photos. Most notably, for me, was one of Mr. Cash, one of Mr. Waits and one of a straight stretch of asphalt. Afterwards, we sauntered into the Jazz Bistro and had some more wine. In a moment of joy, Jen piped up and said she was ready to drink something out of a can. So off to another little place that will remain unnamed. It is a sacred place...a place where we can find refuge from the Hellenistic theatrics that are ever-present at our regular pub. So we stayed there for a few drinks and a round of sweet, fruity shots. After a brief stop at our usual pub, I walked her home and got my own ass home to my bed.
This is fun, depicting this story in this way.
Some details.
While at work, Jen texted me and told me that she was feeling like dressing up a bit. So, standing there in my Boss's office, listening to him talk to me about the direction he wants to go with the company, I flip open my phone and read the message. Well, I smiled. I don't get to get dressed up much, except for weddings or funerals. So I smiled. I could see the perplexed look on his face, but he kept talking.
We were walking back to her place, chatting it up, and she turned and I missed it. I walked right into her, knocking the glasses off my face! And the right lens popped out. What a jackass. I love it.
"Love is the negative space between common decency and affection." Not only was I able to read the writing, I almost remembered it without looking. I really do like that line.
There was a lot of good stuff that night. And the drama content was nil. Exactly what people need sometimes.
OK, that's all about that. I have a lot on my mind today, so I am sure there will be more blog entries....
-Rich
So Jen and I wanted to catch the Leibovitz show at the Fine Arts Center Modern here in town. And we did. But we decided to get some vittles first, in the form of lasagna (for her) and manicotti (for myself), washed down with the finest house cab sauv. The venue? Paravicini's. The meal? Delightful. On the way towards the show, we decided to park at her house and walk up to the FAC. We strolled right by our usual haunt...half expecting one of the (ir)regulars to pounce on us and malign us in some way. But we managed to get by unscathed. And on to the show, which included some amazing photos. Most notably, for me, was one of Mr. Cash, one of Mr. Waits and one of a straight stretch of asphalt. Afterwards, we sauntered into the Jazz Bistro and had some more wine. In a moment of joy, Jen piped up and said she was ready to drink something out of a can. So off to another little place that will remain unnamed. It is a sacred place...a place where we can find refuge from the Hellenistic theatrics that are ever-present at our regular pub. So we stayed there for a few drinks and a round of sweet, fruity shots. After a brief stop at our usual pub, I walked her home and got my own ass home to my bed.
This is fun, depicting this story in this way.
Some details.
While at work, Jen texted me and told me that she was feeling like dressing up a bit. So, standing there in my Boss's office, listening to him talk to me about the direction he wants to go with the company, I flip open my phone and read the message. Well, I smiled. I don't get to get dressed up much, except for weddings or funerals. So I smiled. I could see the perplexed look on his face, but he kept talking.
We were walking back to her place, chatting it up, and she turned and I missed it. I walked right into her, knocking the glasses off my face! And the right lens popped out. What a jackass. I love it.
"Love is the negative space between common decency and affection." Not only was I able to read the writing, I almost remembered it without looking. I really do like that line.
There was a lot of good stuff that night. And the drama content was nil. Exactly what people need sometimes.
OK, that's all about that. I have a lot on my mind today, so I am sure there will be more blog entries....
-Rich
posted by Rich at 5/13/2006 10:08:00 AM
2 Comments:
YEA! You spelled it right! ;) MUAH!
Oh and just to let ya know? The Beef (one of the GOOD bands we listened to while you were here) is playing on the 20th...just incase you are looking for an adventure! MUAH!
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