Oct. 26th, 2014 08:15 pm
Moxxed out
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muckefuckI keep waiting for the crash to hit from the five hours of sleep I got last night, but so far I'm still purring. Maybe my little power nap worked after all? I'm worried this means the payment to the piper tomorrow is going to be that much worse, but I can deal.
I don't want to say too much about dinner yesterday with my cousin's wife and daughter since my brother is jealous enough already, but let's just say it went well. Nuphy suggested a brewpub around the corner from his house which has become his new Stammlokal due to deleterious personnel changes at the Gage. The place is called "Moxee" [sic] and specialises in seafood. He was more enthusiastic about the salmon than I was; I thought it made for a damn good sandwich but regretted not trying the crabcakes, since they might just have gotten them right.
For dessert, we shared the derby pie. Scores well on taste, but I have to take points off for not using whole pecans. (I know, I know, there's a shortage on and all, but still.) And though I was tempted by the house kölsch, I thought the 3% ABV yuzu-flavoured Berliner Weiss was a safer bet. Obviously more of a summer beer, and so mild that even![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu didn't make a face when I gave him a sip.
The opera I've already written about. Thanks to a ride from the aforementioned cousin-in-law, we made it there in good time. It's a shame my pleasant buzz didn't last longer, but that's how it is now that the 147 isn't running late and I'm forced to cast my lot in with the assholes of the el train. I took comfort knowing that, this morning, the memories of their assholishness would have faded while my recollections of the performance would still be strong. And so it was.
What also helped (and which is ultimately responsible for my irresponsible bedtime) was the infamous Highlighter Party, which I finally succeed in crashing. I couldn't do it last year because my older brother was here. I couldn't do it the year before that because I had trouble getting over myself and I couldn't do it the year before that because I didn't know about it. It was everything I'd been led to believe, good and bad.
Among the good, the Madison bears were there, one of them more trashed than I've ever seen him. That was amusing. After they'd gone, I spotted a quote from the Dreigroschen Oper on someone's back and that kicked off a fun conversation about opera, German, Germany, and related topics. I may yet be called upon to make good on some conversation practice.
Today I expected to be draggy and sore, but my back was good enough I was able to do some raking outside and I managed to stay on top of my chores. Better get back to them, though, before my grace runs out.
I don't want to say too much about dinner yesterday with my cousin's wife and daughter since my brother is jealous enough already, but let's just say it went well. Nuphy suggested a brewpub around the corner from his house which has become his new Stammlokal due to deleterious personnel changes at the Gage. The place is called "Moxee" [sic] and specialises in seafood. He was more enthusiastic about the salmon than I was; I thought it made for a damn good sandwich but regretted not trying the crabcakes, since they might just have gotten them right.
For dessert, we shared the derby pie. Scores well on taste, but I have to take points off for not using whole pecans. (I know, I know, there's a shortage on and all, but still.) And though I was tempted by the house kölsch, I thought the 3% ABV yuzu-flavoured Berliner Weiss was a safer bet. Obviously more of a summer beer, and so mild that even
monshu didn't make a face when I gave him a sip.The opera I've already written about. Thanks to a ride from the aforementioned cousin-in-law, we made it there in good time. It's a shame my pleasant buzz didn't last longer, but that's how it is now that the 147 isn't running late and I'm forced to cast my lot in with the assholes of the el train. I took comfort knowing that, this morning, the memories of their assholishness would have faded while my recollections of the performance would still be strong. And so it was.
What also helped (and which is ultimately responsible for my irresponsible bedtime) was the infamous Highlighter Party, which I finally succeed in crashing. I couldn't do it last year because my older brother was here. I couldn't do it the year before that because I had trouble getting over myself and I couldn't do it the year before that because I didn't know about it. It was everything I'd been led to believe, good and bad.
Among the good, the Madison bears were there, one of them more trashed than I've ever seen him. That was amusing. After they'd gone, I spotted a quote from the Dreigroschen Oper on someone's back and that kicked off a fun conversation about opera, German, Germany, and related topics. I may yet be called upon to make good on some conversation practice.
Today I expected to be draggy and sore, but my back was good enough I was able to do some raking outside and I managed to stay on top of my chores. Better get back to them, though, before my grace runs out.