I grew up in a household where we were all very critical of each other, so I always worry about being too picky. Generally, if I get served a bad meal, unless it's seriously inedible (like that undercooked chicken last year), I just suck it up and then don't go back. But it's tough to avoid this place because it really is one of the few good restaurants around. So I figure I either need to (a) figure out what dishes the kitchen really can turn out flawlessly and simply stick to those or (b) come prepared to send something back every other time we go there. The latter is hard for me, because it's just not the way I was raised, but I can't justify paying the prices they're asking there otherwise.
On baseball: It's funny to hear you describe this as a generational thing, because I probably wouldn't be into baseball at all if not for my ex Nuphy, who is at least your age or older. Until I met him, I'd also only been to one ball game and been bored out of my life, but I did have fond memories of the 1982 and 1985 World Series. Without me even realising it, he taught me how to watch a ball game and get something out it. So about six years ago when I starting going to a gay bar that broadcast the playoffs, I was surprised to discover I could get into it. (monshu--who's cut from much the same cloth as you--calls me "my little jock" when he sees me getting excited over a game.)
But I suppose I am sort of "post queer" in other ways, in that I was always into things--nature, science fiction, punk, fat old guys, etc.--that weren't a part of the traditional gay aesthetic.
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Date: 2009-04-25 04:21 pm (UTC)On baseball: It's funny to hear you describe this as a generational thing, because I probably wouldn't be into baseball at all if not for my ex Nuphy, who is at least your age or older. Until I met him, I'd also only been to one ball game and been bored out of my life, but I did have fond memories of the 1982 and 1985 World Series. Without me even realising it, he taught me how to watch a ball game and get something out it. So about six years ago when I starting going to a gay bar that broadcast the playoffs, I was surprised to discover I could get into it. (
But I suppose I am sort of "post queer" in other ways, in that I was always into things--nature, science fiction, punk, fat old guys, etc.--that weren't a part of the traditional gay aesthetic.