Ugh, of course the Cuban boxer turns out to be a concert violinist who’s just trying to earn his way into Julliard and teaches the ladies a lesson about stereotypes.  Yawn.

I’ve been meaning to download some books on tape for me to listen to while I’m at work, as it becomes painfully boring at times.  I haven’t hung out with J.B., my co-worker and friend, since we started work there.  It’s weird.  I should see what he’s doing this week.  He’s fun, he likes to spend a lot of time alone, like me.  If we hang out I’ll probably end up going to look for woodchucks with him or something.  He’s super into nature.

Anyway, the other day I went out to eat with Hammerson.  I ordered a mimosa thinking that it had been ages since I’d had one and it would really hit the spot.  We-he-hell.  I was wrong!  I’m not sure how you can mess up pouring OJ and champagne into a champagne flute and serving it but this restaurant did.  First, it came in a giant champagne toasting glass–the kind that’s basically a super wide, shallow bowl on a stem.  Big mistake!  The reason those glasses are for toasting and not sipping champagne is because the wide mouth causes all the bubbles to fizz out really quickly, whereas the comparatively smaller flute glass takes much longer.  So, the use of a stupid glass meant that almost all the bubbles were gone by the time I got it.  You know what flat champagne is?  Wine.  So I had wine and orange juice.  Secondly, there was a crapload of ice in it.  What?  Who ices champagne, that’s so stupid!  And, of course since the champagne was now only wine, it was especially stupid.  Even ice I could forgive if they gave me a straw with which to drink it but, alas, no.  So here I am holding my giant punch bowl on a stem, slurping loudly as I try to avoid the huge ice cubes and drink my wine and OJ.

Thanks for nothing, jerks!

It bears mentioning that this same restaurant also way overcooked my medium rare steak I ordered.  Survey says: F that place.  For you locals it’s the Good Times Restaurant and it’s incredibly overpriced mediocrity with lousy, inept service.  I said it!

On a more personal note, several important things have happened:

1.) My niece was born!  She’s a little peanut and of course being the first grandchild for my parents has put her in quite a position of spoiling.  Unfortunately this also means that my mom has lost her f’ing mind and will. not. shut up about Little Lex Luther (my niece, duh).  She says insane things that you can only get away with because you’re a first time grandparent.  My niece is two weeks old and she asked my dad “what did she look like today?”  You crazy.

2.) I got a job!  I finished a bartending course I started but in the meantime I’m going to work calling alums.  Wahoo.  But, whatever, it’ll pay some billz.

That’s basically it.

Anyway, I’m reading a book about Ellis Island.

Anyhoo.  I actually have several drafts that I’ve been working on but haven’t posted.  One of them was about sandwiches.  More on that later.

Today will be my family birthday party.  My mom ordered a special cake for me (Ace of Cakes style) and I’m secretly hoping (just a little) that it turns out to be a cake wreck.  For those of you not in the know: http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/ It’s pretty fantastic.

Other websites to check out:

http://findingmygoddess.com –> A quick note to the ladies of Bib Services: HE FOUND HER BUT IS ACCEPTING BACKUP REPLIES!  Truly, a gift from the internet.

http://menwholooklikeoldlesbians.blogspot.com/ –> The commentary is a little lame and the format is beyond stupid but, ya know, dude looks like a lady.

Just for fun.  A more substantial post will happen soon, I promise.  For now I have a lot of birthday DVD watching to do.  And again, a big mazel tov to the guy who found his goddess!  Yikes, right?!

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