went out last saturday night with my cube-neighbor friend from work, and his girlfriend from the legal department. i had a seafood feast of a swordfish steak, calamari, clams, etc, in marinara sauce... it was nice but the service was exceptionally slow, and i complained to the manager after dinner, and he gave us 50% of the bill in gift certificates... which was nice.
sunday we went to a formal part at a dining hall/country club for my wife's great aunt's 80th b-day. they had some excellent food, including wonderful shrimp. there were oysters but i passed. i had a little too much to drink, and crashed when we got home. i should have shoveled slushy snow that had been accumulating on the driveway alll day in stead of goign to this part and getting ripped. it all turned to ice and now it will be there all winter.
but at the dining hall they had this amazing subteranian basement room, like a wine tasting room. (i wandered there while walking the baby around)... it was all dark with lots of stone and wrought iron and dimly lit with flickering organe fake-candle chandliers. with old carved wood shairs with bright red upholstry, all set up in a row with the big, ornate chair in the middle. i sat the baby down in it an stepped back and he looked like a little prince. and all of these cool dusty old bottles of wine everywhere in the walls. behind this gate was this old, carved table set with old fashioned metal platesm goblets, and stuff. it was like right out of a midevil paining. i magined having a debaucherous wine and cheese party there. it was like heaven.
Friday, January 30, 2004
Thursday, January 22, 2004
Wednesday, January 14, 2004
last night i had a dream that i saw on a cruise ship with bono from U2. it was like a 9/11 cruise ship dream. boats were racing everywhere in an attempt to avoid various terrorists who were trying to crash into cruise liners and yacths with their own boats and planes. we crashed into another boat. i was disoriented and i almost lost sight of and got separated form my wife and son, but i grabbed onto the back of their rescue boat and held on before it sped away.
rip your heart out
some people can write music that just rips your heart out. they somehow tap into that cosmic jungian stream of basic, raw human emotion, and channel it into words and music. i don't think it's a skill. i thint it's like lightning, it just happens.
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