What a restaurant looks like at 5:30 pm - empty.
I'm glad we went to Baraka rather than Cafe Couleur, though... Pirates was sold out, so we ended up having wine on my porch afterwards.
7.20.2006
dinnertime for old people
As my 30th approaches, I've been lamenting about getting older. It was topped off on Tues night, when we got to Baraka at 5:30 on the dot for the Early Bird Special. Ok, to be fair, we were trying to catch a movie at 7, but still. When we walked in, A actually said, "Hi, we're here for the old people special."
What a restaurant looks like at 5:30 pm - empty.
I'm glad we went to Baraka rather than Cafe Couleur, though... Pirates was sold out, so we ended up having wine on my porch afterwards.
What a restaurant looks like at 5:30 pm - empty.
I'm glad we went to Baraka rather than Cafe Couleur, though... Pirates was sold out, so we ended up having wine on my porch afterwards.
7.19.2006
my, what a big zucchini you have!
Some mysterious person brought in 3 HUGE zucchinis to work, and left them in the 2nd floor kitchen. And I'm not kidding when I say HUGE... they were literally the size of a large baby.
Neandy didn't believe me when I claimed they were ginormous. "Your zucchini obsession fascinates and frightens me," he said. So I brought one to his office and plopped it on his desk, and it continued to be the topic of discussion for the next couple of days.
Finally, he stormed up here yesterday and slammed it on the kitchen table. The timing was perfect - I happened to be heating up the remainder of my soup, and I just could not stop laughing at the disgruntled look on his face. "I was going to put a note on it saying: 'Is this your zuccini? Contact Serena.' But I figured I'd get fired for sexual harassment," he claimed.
"Was it getting too much for you?" I replied.
"Well, when my boss' boss stops by to talk about my phallic zucchini, yes, its time for it to go," he grimaced.
Excellent.
Neandy didn't believe me when I claimed they were ginormous. "Your zucchini obsession fascinates and frightens me," he said. So I brought one to his office and plopped it on his desk, and it continued to be the topic of discussion for the next couple of days.
Finally, he stormed up here yesterday and slammed it on the kitchen table. The timing was perfect - I happened to be heating up the remainder of my soup, and I just could not stop laughing at the disgruntled look on his face. "I was going to put a note on it saying: 'Is this your zuccini? Contact Serena.' But I figured I'd get fired for sexual harassment," he claimed.
"Was it getting too much for you?" I replied.
"Well, when my boss' boss stops by to talk about my phallic zucchini, yes, its time for it to go," he grimaced.
Excellent.
vive la italian food
Last Friday, Carol invited me to Bastille Day festivities at Belden Place. We weren't able to book a table at either Plouf or Cafe Claude, so we went to Cafe Tiramisu. Which was good, because we just happened to be talking about Italian reds earlier that day, and I had my heart set on a nice glass.
I met some of Carol's friends that night: Brad, Lucas and his girlfriend, and Cayce, who is interning for the summer here (she's an MBA student at Wharton). Cayce is super cool. We bonded over the mozarella, and agreed to hit up some good restaurants before she leaves in mid-August. Brad and the other guy, who looks like Will Ferrell and whose name escapes me, were also very nice.
Me and Carol
Cayce and Brad
Food wasn't extraordinary (see my Yelp review), but it was pretty good. I had a whole bass, which was light and delish. Of course, I took a picture of it :-)
We had planned to go to Irish Bank afterwards, to continue the tradition of celebrating French independence at a pub, but after we say the ridiculous line, we headed for Medjool instead. I've actually never hung out indoors there, with the exception of the Aperol party, so I have to say that I like Medjool more now that its more than a roof deck with hairy Eastern Europeans groping me. Overall, it was a nice, wine-filled evening.
"Will" and Caitlin
I met some of Carol's friends that night: Brad, Lucas and his girlfriend, and Cayce, who is interning for the summer here (she's an MBA student at Wharton). Cayce is super cool. We bonded over the mozarella, and agreed to hit up some good restaurants before she leaves in mid-August. Brad and the other guy, who looks like Will Ferrell and whose name escapes me, were also very nice.
Me and Carol
Cayce and Brad
Food wasn't extraordinary (see my Yelp review), but it was pretty good. I had a whole bass, which was light and delish. Of course, I took a picture of it :-)
We had planned to go to Irish Bank afterwards, to continue the tradition of celebrating French independence at a pub, but after we say the ridiculous line, we headed for Medjool instead. I've actually never hung out indoors there, with the exception of the Aperol party, so I have to say that I like Medjool more now that its more than a roof deck with hairy Eastern Europeans groping me. Overall, it was a nice, wine-filled evening.
"Will" and Caitlin
7.14.2006
resolutions and evolution
Its been awhile since I blogged - partially b/c my computer had to be reimaged this week, partially b/c I have been so busy and stressed that all I can do when I get home is watch Nip/Tuck in marathon-like quantities and sleep. Yes, kiddies - I managed to finish off both seasons 1 and 2 in the last week and a half. And its a damn good show.
Resolutions, resolutions. I've been working semi-hard on my resolution to meet more people and actually be social again. Frankly, its been so long that (a) my friends don't even expect me to show up anymore, and (b) I get disorientated when I don't have "home time" on a regular basis. The downside to more socializing is that I've not only fallen off the wagon when it comes to food, alcohol and money, but I'm not even on the same damn road. Ah well. So my resolution to resolve my resolution is that I'm detoxing for the next couple of weeks. First week: No meat, no fried foods, no alcohol. Second week: No red meat, no red wine, no mass quantity of carbs.
The exception to this rule will be tonight, when I go out with Carol and friends for Bastille Day.
I also seem to be exhausted all the time. Some of it is emotional exhaustion from a fight that I had with the cousin, the drama that people around me are experiencing, and issues between people I work with that I've had to step in the middle of. Some of it is sheer mental exhaustion - I love being challenged at work, but I've become more and more of a vegetable in my off-hours. My motivation to work out has been almost nil, but its a chicken and egg thing: I don't want to work out b/c I'm tired, I'm tired b/c I don't work out. So starting this weekend, I'm pushing myself to work out and rewarding myself with, oh, I don't know - either a Coach bag or an iPod Nano if I get to a certain number of APs.
The Evolution. At the same time, the evolution of Serena has been interesting. One thing that has become clear through all this drama that I'm resolving, comforting, or walking away from is that I've grown up. That's a bold statement to make; and by no means am I forsaking Hello Kitty or pink strappy sandals. But the fact that the drama is around me and not because of me is a pretty big damn step. I've also thanked the heavens more than once this that I've been working with my manager or my therapist on some of these issues, because its allowed me to be a surprisingly objective rock in the midst of some pretty stormy weather.
This evolution opened the path for a surprising development in my life: A and I have decided to start dating again. I thought about whether or not I wanted to post it so publicly, but keeping it under wraps seems to give the situation an element of drama that I want to avoid. Now, to be clear: we're not back together. We've decided to start dating, and to take things reeeeeeal slow. After all, both of us have learned from the mistakes we made the last time around. We're dating other people (although I guess I need to actually find someone to date - haha!), keeping expectations both realistic and upfront, and, best of all, starting out with a basis of friendship. I actually had a minor freak-out the other day when I thought that our friendship might give way to the unhealthy dynamics of our previous relationship - but I won't let that happen as far as I can control it. We'll see where things go, I guess. Right now, it'll just be a movie and dinner.
Resolutions, resolutions. I've been working semi-hard on my resolution to meet more people and actually be social again. Frankly, its been so long that (a) my friends don't even expect me to show up anymore, and (b) I get disorientated when I don't have "home time" on a regular basis. The downside to more socializing is that I've not only fallen off the wagon when it comes to food, alcohol and money, but I'm not even on the same damn road. Ah well. So my resolution to resolve my resolution is that I'm detoxing for the next couple of weeks. First week: No meat, no fried foods, no alcohol. Second week: No red meat, no red wine, no mass quantity of carbs.
The exception to this rule will be tonight, when I go out with Carol and friends for Bastille Day.
I also seem to be exhausted all the time. Some of it is emotional exhaustion from a fight that I had with the cousin, the drama that people around me are experiencing, and issues between people I work with that I've had to step in the middle of. Some of it is sheer mental exhaustion - I love being challenged at work, but I've become more and more of a vegetable in my off-hours. My motivation to work out has been almost nil, but its a chicken and egg thing: I don't want to work out b/c I'm tired, I'm tired b/c I don't work out. So starting this weekend, I'm pushing myself to work out and rewarding myself with, oh, I don't know - either a Coach bag or an iPod Nano if I get to a certain number of APs.
The Evolution. At the same time, the evolution of Serena has been interesting. One thing that has become clear through all this drama that I'm resolving, comforting, or walking away from is that I've grown up. That's a bold statement to make; and by no means am I forsaking Hello Kitty or pink strappy sandals. But the fact that the drama is around me and not because of me is a pretty big damn step. I've also thanked the heavens more than once this that I've been working with my manager or my therapist on some of these issues, because its allowed me to be a surprisingly objective rock in the midst of some pretty stormy weather.
This evolution opened the path for a surprising development in my life: A and I have decided to start dating again. I thought about whether or not I wanted to post it so publicly, but keeping it under wraps seems to give the situation an element of drama that I want to avoid. Now, to be clear: we're not back together. We've decided to start dating, and to take things reeeeeeal slow. After all, both of us have learned from the mistakes we made the last time around. We're dating other people (although I guess I need to actually find someone to date - haha!), keeping expectations both realistic and upfront, and, best of all, starting out with a basis of friendship. I actually had a minor freak-out the other day when I thought that our friendship might give way to the unhealthy dynamics of our previous relationship - but I won't let that happen as far as I can control it. We'll see where things go, I guess. Right now, it'll just be a movie and dinner.
7.07.2006
a killer show
Last night, Caro and I went and saw Killer Joe at the Magic Theatre, courtesy of Yelp Elite. It was, um, interesting. I'm not generally a big play fan - much prefer musical theatre, symphony or dance - but I have to admit, it didn't suck.The set and acting were both superb. However, the story was very dark... and there was quite a bit of gratuitous nudity. Overall, it was a decent show. But I still prefer musicals. I guess I'm just not terribly cultural.
More info and reviews here.
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