littlewashu: (amy - suspicious)
Jesus, it's snowing out there. Like really, truly snowing, big huge flakes. There's not sticking, but STILL! It's the PRINCIPLE of the thing!

eating out

Jan. 28th, 2004 11:44 am
littlewashu: (kurt)

It is Michelle's birthday today. We're going out to dinner, just as I have with her every year since freshman year of college, 1997, when we went to Bennigans. I'm excited.

The night before last, it freezingly rained. Cars were coated with ice the following morning, pebbled, like the window in a bathroom of an old house. Like at 508.

Last night, it freezingly rained, and then snowed on top of that. But the rain was the bit that caused us trouble. Mitch and I were supposed to go to Twenty Manning, as a part of Center City Restaurant Week. When I drove home from work, it wasn't really raining yet. I knew it would, but I figured I could handle it. So I wouldn't wear a skirt after all. Big deal!

But then Mitch arrived and said he didn't know if we should go. I was skeptical. My feet slipped around on the ice a bit as I circled my car, clearing the melting ice from my warming car windows; but I was determind. This was Restaurant Week! This was Asian fusion! There was a VENISON MEATLOAF on the menu! One of the possible desserts was FONDUE!!!1 We were going, goddammit! I am an excellent driver!

I don't know why Mitch chose to put his life in my hands, but he did. For about 45 seconds, until we got to the hill at the end of my street and I slid halfway down it at 5mph, ABS brakes fluttering. "That's it, we're not going," Mitch announced. OKAY FINE. We will go some other time.

Mitch asked if we could make it to the diner around the corner, but there are lots of restaurants on Blackwood-Clementon Road, which is close, and very straight, and very flat. I didn't put on eyeliner and PANTS to sit in a diner. So we went to Filomena's. It was great. The wine was delicious (Lockwood somethingorother Chardonnay), Mitch had the special -- chicken with walnuts on it in a raspberry sauce over spring greens -- which he really liked (I had a bite, the raspberry thing was too weird for me -- I don't like pineapples on my ham, either), and I had lobster and shrimp in a spicy marinara over pasta. It was very very good, but was also pretty spicy, so I had to rest my delicate mouth between bites, and I didn't end up eating much. But it was delicious. And our waiter was awesome, I tipped big.

Then we came home to my apartment and watched the Real World, and The Osbournes, and then we started watching Deep Space Nine, but I had had half a bottle of wine, and I fell the fuck asleep, so I didn't make it very far.

So it turned out to be a pretty nice night! And I spent less at Filomena's with food PLUS the bottle of wine, than the $60 that would have gotten us the meal only. And I will go to Twenty Manning someday, because it sounds fantastic.

Tonight I'm going to the Black Sheep Pub with Teege and Jeff and Michelle. It's going to be awesome.
littlewashu: (Default)
It was so nice all week, and now they go and schedule the rain and the drizzle and the grayness for the weekend. The nerve! And you know what else? You know how we've been having this crazy long-ass winter, snowing on March 25th and whatnot? I bet they skip Spring completely and jump right into summer. It'll be 50 degrees, 50 degrees, 50 degrees, and then BAM! 85 and humid. I'm moving to California.
littlewashu: (Default)
Man, yesterday was gorgeous. What a shame that I missed most of it, rotting in this office. But the drive home was lovely. I had the windows down and the sun roof open and my purple shades on. I listen to music or to news radio about 98% of the time I'm in my car, but yesterday I kept the radio off. It's nice driving in silence sometimes. I drive a little Japanese car, so the engine was reeeeaaal quiet. I didn't sing to myself and I didn't even think real hard about anything; I just listened to the air rushing through the window, and my tires on the road. It's good to be alive.


Mar. 30th, 2001 09:27 am
littlewashu: (Default)
I was going to start off by saying how ANNOYING and IRRESPONSIBLE it is for people to drive around with their lights off when it's cats and dogs out there (wipers on, lights on, folks), but then I figured it'd be bad form to start out my journal with a complaint, so I'm not even going to mention it.

I will say that the rain was accompanied by a fog, a great big thick no-nonsense fog that now that I think about it wasn't a fog at all. Because I could see the bottom of it; I guess it was just a big thick no-nonsense lazy cloud that obscured the top two-thirds of Philly's few skyscrapers. I like fog, a lot. Last year when I was at Rutgers I was walking to class one day and there was this kickass fog and I kept looking around at all the stuff I couldn't see. "I can't see the Electrical Engineering building!" I thought to myself. "Hey, I can't see the CoRE building! Hey, I can't see SERC! Hey, I can't see the Student Cock!"

[It's not really called the Student Cock. Well, it really is called the Student Cock by myself and a few of my friends, but not by the Rutgers unwashed. But that's a story for another time.]

And if you're fishing on a lake -- say, Lake Champlain -- with your dad, and a fog rolls in, it feels like you're in a furry room. And sounds sound different. And you can't tell which way is home and which way is OUT TO SEA. Well, maybe not out to sea so much as the opposite direction.

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