Jul. 5th, 2006 04:05 pm
The weekend that was
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monshu, whose enjoyment was fatally dulled by the double-barrel handicap of (1) having no real nostalgia for glam or any of the musical movements it inspired and (2) finding not one of the Anglo-Celtic Hotness Trio of Bale, MacGregor, and Rhys-Meyers sufficiently stunning to justify the investment of time. princeofcairo was dead on about my enjoyment of it, however.
Saturday: Brunch at Tweet with the charming, intelligent, entertaining across-the-hall neighbour, who we succeed in dragging along on a shopping trip to Home Element and Chinese antiquarians Chen & Chen. Hours of valuable time wasted on TDC and its killer jellyfish, squid, and sea snakes.
Sunday: Brunch at M. Henry with our upstairs resident Jewish banker cum Euroslut followed by a pleasant stroll on the beach. Apartment cleaning in the afternoon followed by a plea for company frombunj resulting in saltimbocca with him, e., and my father.
Monday: Scrubbing and mopping and some laying about until an afternoon rendezvous with Dad at the Chicago Botanic Garden. Dinner at Colombian-Cuban mash-up (no real fusion going on) Col-Ubas on Clark. "Da Bhangra Code" at Smart Bar with across-the-hall neighbour and a sticky night of little sleep.
Tuesday: Home-roasted coffee with Dad and Nuphy on his rooftop deck in "Unidorf". Lamb feast at Leclaire Manor followed by a wrenching defeat for Germany on TiVoed TV with florid Mexican colour commentary. Key lime pie and then fireworks from the roof of my condo.
All in all, not much I'd change if I were to do it again. (Except, of course, victory for the undeserving Azzuri.)
monshu, whose enjoyment was fatally dulled by the double-barrel handicap of (1) having no real nostalgia for glam or any of the musical movements it inspired and (2) finding not one of the Anglo-Celtic Hotness Trio of Bale, MacGregor, and Rhys-Meyers sufficiently stunning to justify the investment of time. princeofcairo was dead on about my enjoyment of it, however.Saturday: Brunch at Tweet with the charming, intelligent, entertaining across-the-hall neighbour, who we succeed in dragging along on a shopping trip to Home Element and Chinese antiquarians Chen & Chen. Hours of valuable time wasted on TDC and its killer jellyfish, squid, and sea snakes.
Sunday: Brunch at M. Henry with our upstairs resident Jewish banker cum Euroslut followed by a pleasant stroll on the beach. Apartment cleaning in the afternoon followed by a plea for company from
bunj resulting in saltimbocca with him, e., and my father.Monday: Scrubbing and mopping and some laying about until an afternoon rendezvous with Dad at the Chicago Botanic Garden. Dinner at Colombian-Cuban mash-up (no real fusion going on) Col-Ubas on Clark. "Da Bhangra Code" at Smart Bar with across-the-hall neighbour and a sticky night of little sleep.
Tuesday: Home-roasted coffee with Dad and Nuphy on his rooftop deck in "Unidorf". Lamb feast at Leclaire Manor followed by a wrenching defeat for Germany on TiVoed TV with florid Mexican colour commentary. Key lime pie and then fireworks from the roof of my condo.
All in all, not much I'd change if I were to do it again. (Except, of course, victory for the undeserving Azzuri.)
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(Ahem.)
(Sorry.)