Monday, Mar. 07, 2005 - 5:06 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Rumi Rocks My Boat!
Oh where oh WHERE is that brilliant entry of mine tonight? Gone? Not here? What? I SWEAR that HOURS ago I wrote a BRILLIANT entry!
Oh, sorry, I think that was just a fantasy while I walked the dog. tutt tutt.
Well, I realize that one of the reasons you're not all getting the photo every entry like at the start of my stint at Diaryland is that I'm feeling cheap. Yes, cheap. Well two things. ONE I am not taking many photos since I am feeling broke, and TWO I don't have so much memory left in my diaryland uploading. Anyone else with "Upload Image" potential to spare?
Other than that... I had a fantastic day. I got up without oversleeping. Got my comics page done lickety split. Went to the gym for the THIRD time in ONE WEEK! WHOOO HOOO!!! (Is that the song, Dangerspouse?.
Then I hustled home, washed my hair, and got DRESSED UP! whoo hooo again! Yup, I removed my jeans and longjohns, thermal undershirt and sweatshirt and put on sheer black stockings, a short black slinky dress, a velvet throwover shirt and some little black boots... even eyeliner, rouge and lipstick! hell on wheels!!
And then jumped into a community carshare car, picked up L'Ecrivaine at the subway station and went out for dinner at this wonderful place called Rumi... it has mediterannean, middle eastern and north african food. The decor was warm and wonderful with tapestries here and there. We were seated immediately and brought little glasses of hot mint tea for refreshments as we pondered the menu.
Having been stood up by L'Ecrivaine's lawyer wife who procrastinated all morning and thus had work to do at home, we put our noggins together and ended up with three appetisers and one main dish to share so we'd still have room for desert.
We started off with some eggplant smooshystuff, some fetacheese and herbs smooshystuff and some marinated roasted redpepper in olive oil and spices. On pieces of bread, which appeared to be rye bread which had gotten lost on its way to a Polish restaurant, but it was great anyways. Don't most of those countries have some sort of flat bread made for scooping up smooshystuff appetisers? Oh well! Basically we had to get more bread cuz we totalled it in minutes and couldn't leave any of the smooshystuff uneaten. Sorry, they had names, but fancy unpronouncable names that escape my memory. The eggplant smooshystuff started with an M and had about 6 letters. How's that?
Then we had this most excellent chicken (it was called kebab but there was no stick), which was marinated in herbs as well, coupled with amazingly buttery delicately flavoured rice with raisins in it, and a cabbageybeety salad. mmmmmm. Once again, we barely refrained from licking the plate, though I did pick up the last grain of rice with my fingers.
For desert we shared pistachio lebanese pastries and a "chocolat cardamom" which turned out to be decadent chocolate torte sort of cake. mmmmm. All dusted with powdered sugar and with fresh mint sprigs on the side. I had a small moroccan tea, which came in a gorgeous pot with embroidered heat pad, and actually had at least four of those little glasses of tea in it. Hot, sweet, strong and minty. MMMMM. The last time I had such good Moroccan tea was when I was served in the home of a French man who had worked in construction in morocco for like 25 years. Fresh mint, steeping and resteeping, much sugar. Delicious.
And the service was excellent. Any time they passed to check how we were, they refilled the water glasses, brought more bread etc. Gosh it is nice having good service for once. It makes me realize i am not insane when I rail in my head about the totally shit service at the neighborhood restocafés. Yay for excellent service.
And the company wonderful. I get along exceedingly well with l'Ecrivaine... in that we are interested in many of the same things but don't have the same opinions, and can discuss them animatedly. Wonderful wonderful. I love verbal opinionated educated dyke people. hehe. Not to mention we know many people in common since we have known eachother for about 13 years.
And she was delighted that we discovered we both like to adventure to new restaurants and try out strange and wonderful delights. OK, *I* am also delighted! I had bought this book "Cheap Thrills" which is restaurant reviews in town of places under $15, when I was seeing ob, who was my restauranting partner in crime... the reviews read like good porn... ie you really wish you were there, and it is excellent shared out loud. mmm. And that is how we found this Rumi restaurant, and l'Ecrivaine's wife is NOT gastronomically adventurous, so she is thrilled that I am into doing this more often. YAY!!!
So, all in all an excellent day for the mind, the body, the spirit, and even the pocketbook since it was a Cheap Thrill. Got home, walked the doggy, had a most splendiferous phone call with my mother with much laughter therein (I told her a bit about the bisexual prostitute fiasco, and we discussed men's weird fetishes one can get paid good bucks to satisfy, from the sweater fetish guy to ones who are into women stomping out cigarettes and killing cellphones with their daintily attired feet).
AND I got the first three chapters of the South Korea book inked. So, work as well.
What a successful day! YAY!!! YAY again!!!
Gosh I have to dress up and get out more. Clothing! People! Conversation! Food! woo woo!!
OK, that is the end of the entry.
Oh no, two cool things... I have been invited to be part of a queer cartoonists panel in San Fran when I go (I warned the guy I don't know anything about queer comics since I spend all my comics time drawing my page a day... he wrote back that he promises not to ask me any stoopid gay comics trivia questions). AND I got a request for a phone interview with a writer at this totally groovy cool young women's magazine. Check it out!! woo woo!!
So, something must've been right in the stars today. Knock on wood. bonk bonk!
oh one more funny little cool thing. Yesterday I went to buy coffee and fruit, ground the coffee, picked up the fruit, and then the checkout line in the shop was about fourhundreddozen people long. Endless. So I put back the fruit and wrote "Columbian black espresso grind" on the coffee bag, and put it next to the machine. Well, what could I do? And then today I went back, with zero people at the cash, and my coffee was still there! yay!! ok that is sort of small and stupid, but it was a nice thing anyways. So new coffee, new oranges, new avocados and a banana. I am so wild.
nite nite y'all!!
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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