Reality. Which, hopefully, doesn't bite.
Jun. 26th, 2009 09:27 amCountdown to college continued last night. We took Emily out for a last-before-leaving dinner out. Given a world of choices, she picked Olive Garden, mainly because we had a gift card for part of it. We rolled in around 6:30 last night, and the place, as always, was a zoo. Camel-smoking paisan grandmas lined up around the block. Recession shmuh-cession. Even on a Thursday night. So we headed over to Friday's, where the wait, as always, was 15 minutes, and had a great time.
A kid at the next table broke a plate with a significant crashing sound. We joined the entire dining room in a round of applause. I started singing the appropriate line from Avenue Q's Schadenfreude, but don't worry: Emily shushed me long before I got to the figure skaters.
We learned of Michael Jackson's death from a waiter. There's got to be some kind of cosmic karma in that.
Today, the kid is having a bunch of friends over around 2; I'll be vacating the premises shortly before that (not out of anti-social tendencies, but because I can't get shit done here with the one dog captive in the cellar and whining). Then they'll be regrouping at the Albright-Knox's free Friday gig, followed by a walk over to Delaware Park to see the outdoor Shakespeare.
Then, tomorrow, we're off to Fredonia. Yes, let's get it out of the way once and for all:
Apparently, the good people of Fredonia, New York complained to Groucho Marx about their besmirching their reputation in Duck Soup. Groucho answered by telling the people of Fredonia to change the name of their town because “it’s hurting our picture."
And that's the secret WØID.
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