A Weekend with the Fabulous Miss N.
Aug. 7th, 2007 11:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sechan19I decamped my usual haunt this past weekend to spend a few lovely days with my good friend, N., a chum from the high school days of yore. We had a fairly delightful romp - spending our Friday evening out until the wee smas, our Saturday sleeping in, and our Sunday bouncing here and there and everywhere in between.
Friday evening saw us out at a downtown club, small and somewhat silly but boasting of a good dj nonetheless. We had a little drinking, a little dancing, a little "no, you can't have my number"-ing, and we slept in the next day. Actually, what we did was lie in bed for hours watching inexplicably strange programs on her cable television - including one exceptionally cheesy drama about a teenager who discovers he's really a redeemer angel and the much-brooded about The Two Coreys, which you just kind of had to be there for.
On Saturday we parted ways. I had some afternoon and evening events that had been planned previously and could not be broken, and N. also had some obligations to attend to. When we met up later in the evening, we curled up in the front room watching more and more oddities. I think I melted her brain when it became obvious that I had never seen an episode of Will & Grace, Everybody Loves Raymond, or Fresh Prince of Bel Air. [shrug] I am not now, nor have I ever been, much of a television watcher, and those rare times when I found myself in such a position it was almost never, ever sitcoms.
On Sunday we slept in again, lounged, chatted, goofed off, and continued to be baffled by the television. We headed out for an early dinner around 3pm, eating Mongolian BBQ at a nearby restaurant. Then we went for coffee. Then we secured a copy of 300 and the makings of an "Irish Carbomb", a fantastic alcoholic concoction with which Miss N. was not yet familiar. We had two bombs a piece and a devilishly good time watching the majestic blood and beefcake that is 300.
On Monday morning, I was dropped off at home with plans to meet up again soon - but of course!
Oh, and two other points of interest:
1) There's been another museum robbery, similar to the famous Munch heist of three years ago and coming not too long after the theft of two valuable Picassos from the home of Picasso's granddaughter in Paris. A very good article from The Washington Post gives the details of the latest art world catastrophe. Masterpieces Nabbed in French Art Heist.
2) I went online today to determine where the nearest Japanese grocery store was in my new town. (I must have constant access to Japanese food products. Life without senbei is a life not worth having, yo.) Much to my delight, I discovered the Japanese grocery store in my new town is located a mile from my new house. I am so there.
Friday evening saw us out at a downtown club, small and somewhat silly but boasting of a good dj nonetheless. We had a little drinking, a little dancing, a little "no, you can't have my number"-ing, and we slept in the next day. Actually, what we did was lie in bed for hours watching inexplicably strange programs on her cable television - including one exceptionally cheesy drama about a teenager who discovers he's really a redeemer angel and the much-brooded about The Two Coreys, which you just kind of had to be there for.
On Saturday we parted ways. I had some afternoon and evening events that had been planned previously and could not be broken, and N. also had some obligations to attend to. When we met up later in the evening, we curled up in the front room watching more and more oddities. I think I melted her brain when it became obvious that I had never seen an episode of Will & Grace, Everybody Loves Raymond, or Fresh Prince of Bel Air. [shrug] I am not now, nor have I ever been, much of a television watcher, and those rare times when I found myself in such a position it was almost never, ever sitcoms.
On Sunday we slept in again, lounged, chatted, goofed off, and continued to be baffled by the television. We headed out for an early dinner around 3pm, eating Mongolian BBQ at a nearby restaurant. Then we went for coffee. Then we secured a copy of 300 and the makings of an "Irish Carbomb", a fantastic alcoholic concoction with which Miss N. was not yet familiar. We had two bombs a piece and a devilishly good time watching the majestic blood and beefcake that is 300.
On Monday morning, I was dropped off at home with plans to meet up again soon - but of course!
Oh, and two other points of interest:
1) There's been another museum robbery, similar to the famous Munch heist of three years ago and coming not too long after the theft of two valuable Picassos from the home of Picasso's granddaughter in Paris. A very good article from The Washington Post gives the details of the latest art world catastrophe. Masterpieces Nabbed in French Art Heist.
2) I went online today to determine where the nearest Japanese grocery store was in my new town. (I must have constant access to Japanese food products. Life without senbei is a life not worth having, yo.) Much to my delight, I discovered the Japanese grocery store in my new town is located a mile from my new house. I am so there.
