We learn how it wentwith getting Condi “Tank” Rice on the stand over at Zeros and Ones.
What a gorgeous day for a wedding Saturday was. I was fortunate enough to be invited to the rapidly planned wedding of two of the nicest people I know, Bill and Bob. I, of course, was quite late, but showed up tastefully immediately before the ceremony took place and in a fit of class hugged the groom(?) and tried to shove a bottle of Johnny Walker Red into his hands. It was a very nice time, with some very cool people present, tasty treats, a yummy stinkin cake (and another I didn’t try), some noontime champagne (where’s the beer?), and good times. I wish these two the best, after fifteen years together (only the tail of that in my timecone), they always seem truly happy, and I expect a beautiful life for them. Cheers, Bob and Bill.
Sunday night. Woman with eyepatch hitchhiking on Sandy Blvd. What to do?
Walking into work, there was a light drizzle. A beautiful Portland-style rain, not the binge and purge that we’ve been having this season. I smiled, and loved it, with the water matting my hair. Things went well, I accomplished a lot, and I had a general sense of well-being, even through the mild headache I had briefly. After work I cruised over to SE to coach the kiddies in soccer. It started at 5, so I was late, but not too late. We had fun, and the kids were happy and responsive, and I think they learned some soccer. The rain came down and my feet got wet. When practice was over I got in the car and took off my shoes, allowing the heat to blow over them. At home, I changed into my game gear and prepared for the last game of the season (that season, Green Room Men’s indoor team), and N and I cruised over to the field. We were playing for third place (a couple bad games dropped us from the top seed) and faced a team we’d beaten before. The game went well, challenging at times, but we got the best of them. I had my first goal of the season with about 2 seconds left, it felt so good. And N was not just there to see it, but actually saw it too! We then went to a coupla pubs for beer and food. First the Speakeasy but with their flaky hours they’d closed the kitchen already, so we went to the Rose and Raindrop. Times were good, food was good, drink was good. After a spell N and I cruised over to Rimsky’s for some delicious dessert and saw her buddy S working there, so we all chatted and went to a place I’d never seen nor heard of, The Dunes, on MLK. It was a funky place, small, with DJs spinning discs, and people sitting at small tables. It had a very ‘hip’ atmosphere. There I had New Belgium’s Lambic brew, which had a strong hint (a clue?) of cherry, and a sparkling body. A sweet, fresh aroma filled the wine glass I sipped it from. There was a definite sweetness in the beer, but not such that it coated the tongue and left a residue, instead it the flavor trailed behind, leaving me ready for another swallow. We cruised home where I had a tortilla with tahini and habanero jelly, and fell asleep on the couch. Good times were had by all.
Well, my buddy abrichar finally got her own blog up. It’s quirky, quaint, lifelog and linkroll, with a fab colour scheme. So I probably won’t get to rip the links she sends me nearly as much since she’s got them up herself. cheers.
But this is truly the NYT’s finest work. Best. Headline. Ever. thx abrichar.
Went to BJ’s the other night because I’ve been driving by it for quite some time now and never stopped in. Also, I’d been to their LA establishments and had a good time. So, I cruised on over with a coupla friends. We got a taster selection of the brews, and I quite enjoyed several of them. The blonde was light and fresh, the amber was pretty good, the pale very hoppy, perhaps a bit much…but the IPA was very nice. The stout and porter were both thick and rich. The pizza was pretty good, not spectacular, but enjoyable, and I can see how it’d be really good when they hit the sweet spot. They were not particularly busy, I think that they are having difficulty deciding what they want to be, or at least creating the perceptions they want (or I think they need!). Are they a pizza restaurant (ala Flying Pie) or a Brewhouse (ala Bridgeport NW)? While they are pretty good at both, they are weak in identifying themselves. The locations I’d visited in LA both carried more of a bar feeling, and were well-populated. But then, they don’t really have the brewpubs down there like we have here. So, overall, BJs is a good place, they could improve on a few things, mostly the environment…the wait staff was almost too friendly, like TGIFriday’s or something. Oh, and I confirmed that they make their beers onsite, or at their Janszen Beach location, so they qualify as a microbrewery in my world. Cheers, it’s off to the Rabbit Hole (fantastic sweet potatoe fries) tonite to see my buddies’s band play, Corner Office Suicide. 9pm if yer curious.
So long to one of my favorite linking blogs…genfoods. Iggy, drop a line if you get back on it. Oh, and I’ve been dying to know if that’s your car with the GEN FOO license plate.
hi, one of those busy weeks, and the sun is shining, and we just got the Sopranos second season from the library, and blah blah blah, so light on the posts, sorry. That and I’m trying to be a little lighter on the political…kinda busted at the seams on the gay marriage thing. Oh, and none of the autonomous vehicles got very far…the Red Team got the furthest in the least time…though I’m not sure if it was the furthest…because it was just down to miles. But anyway, far as I know they hit an ‘object’ and burst into flames. Kudos to all teams, it takes a lot of work to simulate a ******** (insert stereotype of place or gender) driver. Here’s the standings, I think it’s a lot better than it sounds, but try telling that to the teams.
The Albatross reminded me today of the exitence of the great comic, Get Your War On. The link is to the latest, use your internet wiles to find the rest!