Weekend!
We just went to the little college deli. You know how in these little local places, the folks who are regulars nod to each other? If they’re painfully introverted, maybe they won’t exchange names and sit and eat together… but they nod at each other. “Hey, it’s that guy again. Howyadoin.”
Well, this is a little place where we’re likely to eat twice a week, but separately. Maribou tends to get lunches there and I tend to get breakfasts (to go) from there, but if I drop off the car for Maribou and walk home, sometimes I’ll grab a dinner there as it is along the way.
We’re regulars, just not *TOGETHER* regulars.
Anyway, tonight was a night where we could both go there at the same time.
It’s always fun to see the relatively new kids behind the counter widen their eyes and say “you guys are married to EACH OTHER?!?!?”
And we get to our booth and take our seats and have a lovely meal punctuated by the occasional short conversation with a random person we happen to know who just happens to frequent this little deli as well.
A short conversation, a meal made just the way we like it (and we’ve reached the point where the kids in the kitchen will make us stuff that isn’t even *CLOSE* to being on the menu), and an atmosphere that makes you wish it were the early 90’s and you smoked and they still allowed smoking in little college delis.
A good date to kick off the weekend. Which, of course, is a change in the plan because we were going to watch Crimson Peak but Maribou’s work is having her show up some seriously weird hours. I’m still looking forward to hitting the various pet, warehouse, grocery, and hippie food stores this weekend and hiding in the basement with the cats the rest of the time. Maybe I’ll see if I can’t grab another meal at the little college diner. They can make some seriously good stuff.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Photo is “Footrace finish line, 1925” from the Seattle Municipal Archives, used under a creative commons license)
Pretty sure I know the deli you’re talking about; if I’m right, it’s where my fiancee and I went on our first date. Good memories.Report
It’s a good first date kinda place. They no longer have chess boards hanging on the walls over the booths in the back. They’re now stored behind the pop dispenser. They’ve got a liquor license now! They’ve sold draft beer for a while, but now they sell wine and they have hard booze for the easy mixed drinks (bloody mary, irish coffee, that sort of thing).
The rueben is better than ever. I requested once that they fry up the sauerkraut with the thousand island (as opposed to merely spreading it on the bread) and they make ruebens like that now. Or maybe they just know to make mine like that without me having to remember to ask for it.
The main things that change about the place are the faces of the kids behind the counter. They keep getting younger, it seems. Are you old enough to serve me this drink, kiddo?, I am tempted to ask.Report
There’s a hippy party thing (probably tied to Earth Day?) at a community hall near us tonight. There are too few opportunities to go dancing and also bring the kid along, so we’ll probably hit that up.
We’ll be looking at at least one more house, maybe a couple. The prospect of packing our whole place up and doing all the things that would be needed to sell or rent out our current place is still terrifying, but I’m starting to become somewhat desensitized to the terror.Report
Zazzy left for a work trip on Thursday so I’ve been flying SUPER solo with the boys the past two days and will have them this weekend. Where I normally hand off to Zazzy at 7AM so she can take them to daycare, I have had to shoot out the door at 6:30 the past two mornings, drive them up to Rockland County, drop off, then drive down to my hometown and park to catch the bus. Then I reverse the whole thing. And the Thursday before one of “my” weekends is usually an afternoon/evening where Zazzy has the boys so I can get some me time in and prep for the weekend but I didn’t have that this week. So we’re all flying by the seat of our pants a little bit. Oh, and LMA decided this was the perfect time to sprout three new teeth (molars, to boot)!
But today I have a ‘writing’ day for reports so I can leave early, hit the gym or running path, and then pick them up before meeting my mom and stepdad for dinner.
The rest of the weekend is wide open. Hopefully the gym both days. There is a city carnival just up the block and if I can manage that alone with both boys, we’ll give it a go. Lots of good playoff action this weekend and good weather so maybe I’ll meet some friends at a beer garden where the boys can frolic (i.e., eat and throw rocks) while I have a beer or two or twenty.
Normally Friday is movie night with them but since we’re doing dinner, we’ll bump that to Saturday. I’ve got Toy Story 3 and will pick up The Lion King from the library tomorrow. Have I mentioned how amazing it is to live across the street from a library that will fetch any book or movie from the entire county for you? It is amazing.
Oh, and Mayo mentioned wanting to go on a boat. So if we do the beer garden, maybe we’ll take the ferry over to Jersey City. Otherwise, it is a free ride on the Staten Island ferry (best views of Lady Liberty!)Report
Tonight is Passover. My Singaporean girlfriend is coming to the Sedar. Let’s see what she makes of this….Report
Hanging at job #2 mostly. Job #1 got purchased by a different company and my job duties changed entirely. I’m loving it!
My grandmother passed a couple of days ago so I need to get with my family and discuss plans for a memorial and/or funeral. All I really want to do is hide under my covers and spend a few days in bed feeling sad and being by myself. The world has different plans.
My father came out of his hip replacement surgery beautifully. He’s still the grumpy old man who is in total denial about having visitors, but my grandmother’s passing has him putting less effort in to his “oh no, don’t bother with little old me” routine.
Birthday present shopping for twin nephews. I’m a terrible gift giver. I’m 90% sure I’m buying them shoes.Report
AAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
That is how I feel about my supposed weekend right now.
Worked last night until 2 am. Slept bad due to tooth pain. Woke up at 6 due to tooth pain. Working today 8 hour shift starting at 2 pm. Tomorrow (my only day off) I have an emergency dental appt at 9 am to figure out wtf my implant is giving trouble NOW, 3 weeks after being implanted, when it was a star performer out of the gate. Sunday I’m going to a play (hooray!) from 2-4pm, and then working 6pm-2am. Monday I’m working 11am-1pm and 8pm-2am. Plus whatever work I do from home as all the stuff that people made us finalize despite us not wanting to finalize it is now too f’ing final for them so they want us to redo it to be more vague and flexible and generally like HOW WE WANTED IT IN THE FIRST PLACE only with a side of overpromising crap that no one knows if we can deliver.
Etfishingcetera.
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(And I suspect I wouldn’t mind any of this half as much if I weren’t also playing hospice nurse for our poor sweet kitty. Which means that anything else that has to happen pretty much feels like “DON’T YOU KNOW I HAVE A TERMINAL CANCER PATIENT TO TAKE CARE OF?” I know I know, she’s only a cat. And yet.Report
I went to a baseball game tonight and this happened:
http://www.sbnation.com/lookit/2016/4/22/11492962/white-sox-triple-play-video-highlightsReport
Just a reminder that the gulf between Little League and the Major Leagues isn’t that wide. This play introduced me to the term TOOTBLAN, which is brilliant.
The Sox are off to a great start, aren’t they? Just a few more Sale starts, and a few less Danks starts and they should be OK.Report
Spent a little bit of last night hanging with Chris over at the MD Listening Lounge. It was ’80s nostalgia time for both of us. You should pop in and flex your musical muscles, it’s great fun.
Today, some work around the house.
Sunday, dinner with the family to celebrate my sister’s engagement.Report