Saturday:
Clean, clean, clean! Then a reward of an episode of “Kingdom Hospital” and two of “America’s Next Top Model” and some Thai food.
Sunday:
Cook, cook, cook! And checked out some of the Somerville Open Studios. I was glad D was with me because I’m such an introvert that walking into someone’s house or approaching a group of strangers talking about some art sort of made me panicky. Which is ridiculous, what with the orange balloons and welcoming signs and the whole point being that these people WANTED you to look at their stuff and track mud into their living rooms. (Well, maybe not so much the last part.) I loved seeing so many people with their little green maps going from site to site, considering the drizzliness of the day. Some of the jewelry was very pretty (if a little hippie-dangly for my taste), and we liked one fellow’s paintings. (The multi-mammary ungulate sculpture was less to my liking.)
Terri and Ezra came over for dinner that evening and were delightful as always.
Monday:
Primo birthday. In years past, I’ve been pretty tight-lipped about it, taking the day off so’s to avoid obligatory Carvel cakes and awkward singing. This year, two-thirds of my company was out of the office and some folks took me out for lunch. Later, Cathleen IM’ed me: HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU FUCKING SLAG!, then she and some other editors invited me out for Toscanini’s ice cream. (Khulfi = Best. Flavor. Ever.) After so many treats, I decided to defer D’s offer of a “spectacular birthday dinner” until the weekend. Both my mom and my brother phoned, and my four-year-old niece sang me a decidedly “Frere Jacques”-sounding song in Spanish and the following masterpiece:
Bailey: Five green speckled frogs!
Sitting on a speckled log!
Eating
Some most delicious flies (Yum! YUMMM!)
One jumped into the pool
Where it was nice and cool
Now there are four green speckled frogs! (Glub! Glub!)
Giggles, long pause
Me: Thank you, sweetie, that was gr —
Bailey: Four green speckled frogs! . . .
She wrapped up the conversation with, “OK, I’ll let you get going now, I love you, bye!”
Ezroglio says:
May 3rd, 2005 at 9:08 pm EDTVisit Ezroglio
Worst Toscanini’s flavor ever? Incan Chocolate. It’s some kind of Mexican chocolate with cayenne pepper. I was in pain halfway through. The only Toscanini’s ice cream I couldn’t finish, and I love my Tosci’s.
2fs says:
May 4th, 2005 at 10:39 am EDTVisit 2fs
Chocolate with cayenne pepper? I better googlemap that place right away - I had a chocolate bar with cayenne pepper a while back and it was fantastic. But I’m a freak. Also: “America’s Top Model” as a *reward*? What, they were out of red-hot pokers up the ass?
Editrix says:
May 4th, 2005 at 11:04 am EDTVisit Editrix
Poor, poor Jeff — “ANTM” is sheer genius through and through. It makes waking up on Wednesdays bearable. Where else can you see a contestant scream, “That skank ho poured the beer on my weave!”? Where else can you see Tyra Banks’s face split open to reveal an enraged alien as she screams at Beer Weave Girl for not believing in herself? Not to mention Janice Dickinson (World’s First Supermodel) making out with La Tyra so ardently that the producers had to blur out her naughty parts as they rolled around in front of the judging dais. The only bad thing about it is the World’s Orangest Wee Man, Jay Manuel, whose fashion sense rivals Bobby Trendy’s, but even his idiocy is entertaining. This season alone had a she-male bisexual Amazon wrestler from Terre Haute who had a little scare with necrotizing fasciitis on her face. (Turns out it was just impetigo. Probably from the wrestling mats.) Oh, how I love it so.