Do I go downstairs and make coffee? That does sound nice.. Or, do I continue to hide in a darkened bedroom, under fuzz and cover of malti-poo. It's pretty pleasant, if not a little slovenly.
Super sweet crowds at the Museum yesterday. Engaged and numerous -- goodness. Attempted a run afterwards, and it was the gd'd weeinest, sprintingliest run ever. Kenwood, I was the lady running at fast-zombie speed around your corners for 20 minutes -- weenie and cold.
I went home and made au gratin potatoes (white sauce, yer favorite spices, some left over ricotta cheese in the freezer, and as much colby jack as one can take. Bake at 400, first covered, and then uncovered cuz it's better if the cheese gets brown. Done. And..erm.. potatoes.)
Partner in Crime came over (yea!), ate said potates, and we began our Nordeast Adventure!!
First to 331, for an Adult Spelling Bee. Indeed, we walked into a very crowded 331, complete with a man was spelling "auto asphyxiation" (err.. sp?). Welcome to drunken grown-up spelling bee! They also had an Irish jig round -- spell and tap dance -- and an underwear round. We saw some boxer-covered junk, a couple of bras bought at Target, and a bit of lacey-thong ass. It was giggly adult-spelling fun!
Then, onto a construction site (overlooking downtown, very pretty at night) filled with large sleeping backhoes, and onto Elsie's.
The best place to sit at Elsie's, at least last night, is at the tables behind the bowlers: you watch bowling, you chat, your drinks glow with blacklight, you make random DS9 refereces.. It's good.
At Elsie's, we met the waittress L, who we wanted to adopt, and whom, unexpectedly, came over and talked to us.
L didn't go to college despite her mom's nagging. Instead, she took up ballroom dance (seriously!) and began to teach it. In classes, she met a man ("not the love of my life, but a good man"), they married, and one day he looked at her and said, "Where's the one place you'd never want to live?" and she said, "Alaska", to which he said, "I was afraid that you'd say that," followed by, "Give me five years."
And so they packed up their things and two tiny children, and moved to Anchorage. She gave him five years. He's an entrepeneur, and wasn't to give up the opportunities for making more cash. They split amicably, she stayed for one more year with the kids, and then moved herself and the five-year-olds back to Minnesota. She now drives bus ("Of all things.. Can you believe it?") and works a couple of nights at Elsie's.
L could have been a cop (she has that build and the look of ever-alert -- her son is now actually a MP in the army). She took care of us, laughed with us, and then actually sat and chatted with us. We're smitten and lucky.
She also introduced us to her brother, who also works at Elsie's. He makes oyster stew for Xmas -- JUST oysters and water. (Ew.)
Despite promises of oysters, I'm hoping that L might want a couple extra kids for the holidays.
Then, a random showing "Hitchhiker's" while PIC's car recovered. (It was discussed: we have no idea if Zooey Deschanel is a good actress or not.).
A really lovely and lucky night, despite car drama. Actually, car drama became the perfect reason to walk a bit, sit a bit, watch, and just be. Thank you.
Onward.
P.S. Hellendrung, Scott & Associates is up for our last at Improv a Go Go tonight! Now with extra surprise associates! Annnnd, Adorable! Butch and Josh and snotty-teary-me. 8 pm, Brave New Workshop, $1, fools! :)
