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Game Night busted up early--the apartment was in the throes of renovation and the host had inexplicably neglected to turn the AC on--so I'm at home giving the ground flour an airing. A front came through in good Midwestern fashion and dropped the temps fifteen degrees Fahrenheit (though sadly this has only raised the relative humidity). There may have been a little rain as well, but I suspect I will still need to give the garden a good soaking before I leave town.
Incredibly, the GWO has been unwavering in keeping the airconditioning shut off chez nous. Every time I think I'm about to see him break (e.g. this last monster muggy Monday), he manages to push through to the next cool-off. But with a week in the 90s [30s] coming down the pike, I can't see him continuing to hold the line after I'm no longer around to humour.
Tonight's gathering was a hop and a jump from Gandhi Marg, so I convinced![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu to join me for dinner at Uru-Swati. My plans to eat light before the temptations of Bear cuisine were foiled by a sada dosai that was both twice the size we'd remembered it being on our last trip and unexpectedly filled. Between that, the dahi vada, and the malai kofta (monshu's new favourite), I also ended up unexpectedly filled.
Inspired by the Old Man, I picked up pisco at La Unica and initiated the host and one of the guests into the delights of a pisco sour (and had one myself, a choice I might soon come to regret). The Madison Bears were there in all their perspiration and introduced me to WordStreet, a game of spelling words "by committee" and Shadow Hunter, which shows all the signs of having been adapted from some anime. It devolved into a grudge match between me (the last hunter) and the last Shadow that, I am sorry to report, did not see me triumph.
Tomorrow morning we have a Bear brunch at M Henrietta and then it's laundry and packing for me, since there will be no time for either Monday morning--not with a 9:30 a.m. departure from Midway. I've only recently begun to think concretely about the imminent vacation so it was only today that it dawned on me we'll be landing in Philadelphia at noon not ten minutes' drive from the birthplace of cheesesteak. I'm praying for a little detour before we get on the Atlantic City Turnpike...
Incredibly, the GWO has been unwavering in keeping the airconditioning shut off chez nous. Every time I think I'm about to see him break (e.g. this last monster muggy Monday), he manages to push through to the next cool-off. But with a week in the 90s [30s] coming down the pike, I can't see him continuing to hold the line after I'm no longer around to humour.
Tonight's gathering was a hop and a jump from Gandhi Marg, so I convinced
monshu to join me for dinner at Uru-Swati. My plans to eat light before the temptations of Bear cuisine were foiled by a sada dosai that was both twice the size we'd remembered it being on our last trip and unexpectedly filled. Between that, the dahi vada, and the malai kofta (monshu's new favourite), I also ended up unexpectedly filled.Inspired by the Old Man, I picked up pisco at La Unica and initiated the host and one of the guests into the delights of a pisco sour (and had one myself, a choice I might soon come to regret). The Madison Bears were there in all their perspiration and introduced me to WordStreet, a game of spelling words "by committee" and Shadow Hunter, which shows all the signs of having been adapted from some anime. It devolved into a grudge match between me (the last hunter) and the last Shadow that, I am sorry to report, did not see me triumph.
Tomorrow morning we have a Bear brunch at M Henrietta and then it's laundry and packing for me, since there will be no time for either Monday morning--not with a 9:30 a.m. departure from Midway. I've only recently begun to think concretely about the imminent vacation so it was only today that it dawned on me we'll be landing in Philadelphia at noon not ten minutes' drive from the birthplace of cheesesteak. I'm praying for a little detour before we get on the Atlantic City Turnpike...