Sunday, June 28, 2009
Harsh Browns
When you get hair in your hash browns, what is the appropriate response? I guess you're supposed to notify your server and probably you shouldn't eat the hash browns, but still, do you lose your appetite? Does it bother you? Is it the thought that the hair inside the hash browns is dirty? I mean, how dirty can a single strand of hair be? Would it contaminate your hash browns? As soon as hair touches them, do they become harsh browns?
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Anacostia - Earth Conservation Corps
http://www.pbs.org/moyers/journal/07062007/watch2.html
Heavy & interesting & important & informative.
Heavy & interesting & important & informative.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Rita's
Tried Rita's today with Amir and Zac. Twas delicious. Surprisingly. I had a gelati with cherry ice and vanilla custard. So unhealthy. Good thing it was our only lunch. I think there's a rule somewhere that when college friends reunite, they have to do unhealthy things. Our reunion was marked by beer drinking and high calorie food. I guess it kind of makes sense to live to the fullest when you have limited time with old friends.
Pool (both types) + Dark Knight + Family Guy + 30 Rock + Harvey Birdman (boo) + wrestling + West Chester + trivia + basketball + hot tub + lasagna + dumplings + Thai food + beer warehouse + Zac dropping a case + bad gas + lots of random accidents on Route 30.
Pool (both types) + Dark Knight + Family Guy + 30 Rock + Harvey Birdman (boo) + wrestling + West Chester + trivia + basketball + hot tub + lasagna + dumplings + Thai food + beer warehouse + Zac dropping a case + bad gas + lots of random accidents on Route 30.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
A Fenway Father's Day
June gloom weather.
Spritz rain.
Behind home plate.
Sausage with a soaked bun.
Ketchup and mustard all over my fingers.
Fanatic little kid to our right.
Fanatic senior citizen a few rows below.
Her hat was a stadium.
An elaborate stadium.
Ortiz homers; he's back.
Braves come back.
Braves fall ultimately.
We leave before the rush.
Ride to the airport.
Content and tired.
Spritz rain.
Behind home plate.
Sausage with a soaked bun.
Ketchup and mustard all over my fingers.
Fanatic little kid to our right.
Fanatic senior citizen a few rows below.
Her hat was a stadium.
An elaborate stadium.
Ortiz homers; he's back.
Braves come back.
Braves fall ultimately.
We leave before the rush.
Ride to the airport.
Content and tired.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Anniversaries
Today marks the 28-year anniversary of my parents and eight days ago marked the 60 year anniversary of my grandparents. Wowzers. I am so proud of my parents and my grandparents (and impressed); they’ve really persisted in their respective relationships and they’re happy. Obviously there were fights along the way, but they stuck it out, determined to make it work.
Of the 28 years that he has been with mom, dad said, “Wow, I’ve spent more than half my life in this marraige.”
That’s a crazy factoid. More than half of his life. It’s so wild - I can’t even fathom that amount of time. Let’s break it down: he has spent my life plus six years married to my mom. Can you imagine being with someone that many years?
Of the 28 years that he has been with mom, dad said, “Wow, I’ve spent more than half my life in this marraige.”
That’s a crazy factoid. More than half of his life. It’s so wild - I can’t even fathom that amount of time. Let’s break it down: he has spent my life plus six years married to my mom. Can you imagine being with someone that many years?
Friday, June 19, 2009
Masking Tape BLT
No one wanted to eat at Farm Neck except for dad. Max didn't want to eat there. Mom didn't want to eat there. I didn't want to eat there. Stephanie was indifferent.
My vote went to Humphrey's, but alas, I was only one voice. Mom semi-agreed, though her vote was cast much more timidly than mine. "Two" vs dad wasn't enough though. He was driving, he won. We went to Farm Neck.
The goateed waiter went around the table asking for our orders. I hesitated by saying, "Uhh..." and he was quick to say, "'Uhh'? I don't think we're serving 'uhh' today!" Hilarious, Mr. Server Dude. You really zinged me. Chalk it up. Server 1, Danny 0.
Orders were placed. Max and I complained about eating at Farm Neck. Our food hadn't arrived yet. We waited. We made small talk. We marveled at the cold June weather. It was supposed to be different. It was supposed to be warm and sunny and nice.
Max was served the wrong item. He asked for a tuna melt, not a tuna salad sandwich. The server left to fix this mistake. The four other people at the table, including myself, ate. Surprisingly, we were eating items that we actually ordered.
My BLT wasn't too bad. I thought about apologizing to dad for giving him shit about choosing Farm Neck. But I'm glad I held off on that - the apology would have been premature. I made it through the first half of my BLT before noticing masking tape stuck on to the bottom bread triangle of the other half. I slowly pulled it off. It had a blue Sharpie 'c' on it. No idea what that stood for...
I was the least grossed out. I ate the masking tape half as well. It really wasn't a bad BLT. Dad told the server about the tape. The server apologized, claimed it was the first time that something like that had occurred at Farm Neck, comped the BLT and brought out a free extra serving of horrible, sour fruit salad. At least the meal was memorable.
My vote went to Humphrey's, but alas, I was only one voice. Mom semi-agreed, though her vote was cast much more timidly than mine. "Two" vs dad wasn't enough though. He was driving, he won. We went to Farm Neck.
The goateed waiter went around the table asking for our orders. I hesitated by saying, "Uhh..." and he was quick to say, "'Uhh'? I don't think we're serving 'uhh' today!" Hilarious, Mr. Server Dude. You really zinged me. Chalk it up. Server 1, Danny 0.
Orders were placed. Max and I complained about eating at Farm Neck. Our food hadn't arrived yet. We waited. We made small talk. We marveled at the cold June weather. It was supposed to be different. It was supposed to be warm and sunny and nice.
Max was served the wrong item. He asked for a tuna melt, not a tuna salad sandwich. The server left to fix this mistake. The four other people at the table, including myself, ate. Surprisingly, we were eating items that we actually ordered.
My BLT wasn't too bad. I thought about apologizing to dad for giving him shit about choosing Farm Neck. But I'm glad I held off on that - the apology would have been premature. I made it through the first half of my BLT before noticing masking tape stuck on to the bottom bread triangle of the other half. I slowly pulled it off. It had a blue Sharpie 'c' on it. No idea what that stood for...
I was the least grossed out. I ate the masking tape half as well. It really wasn't a bad BLT. Dad told the server about the tape. The server apologized, claimed it was the first time that something like that had occurred at Farm Neck, comped the BLT and brought out a free extra serving of horrible, sour fruit salad. At least the meal was memorable.
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