Since the last three entries were about the same thing, I figured I would try to post something a little more interesting today. I'm back at the office after [what seemed like] a long, languid weekend. I enjoyed almost every moment (read on).
On Friday, we were planning to see Fluffgirls Burlesque at the Knitting Factory, so I got all Moulin Rouge-d up in my finest ruffles and fishnets, and Brian looked especially dapper in his crisp white shirt and black sweater, only to arrive at a cavernously empty hip-hop night and a blank look on the ticket counter guy's face.
Apparently, due to this being the first North American tour for the group, they had a low volume of ticket sales and they canceled the shows at the Knitting Factory without notifying anyone, not even the club itself. ??? I was disappointed, of course, since Brian and I have never seen a performance of this kind before, so we were really looking forward to it.
All we could think to do, since we were starving by this time, was go in search of a nice place for dinner that would be worthy of our attire. Miceli's was where our search ended. I love the pianist and the boisterous voices of the singers that perform Sinatra songs at random, the robust flavor of the sauces, the wine flows like fountains, and those amazing hot rolls fresh from the busy ovens.
The warmth of the brick walls, the iron balconies, the candlelight behind red glass, and the Italian chianti bottles everywhere coupled with the twinkling Christmas lights and wreaths tied with bright red velvet ribbons were just the things we needed to make us forget all about being denied the half-naked showgirls hidden behind humongous feathered fans.
After we shared an order of steamed clams, I ordered an incredible chicken marsala, and Brian had the baked lasagna with a delcious cream sauce. Dinner was amazing and, although neither of us could finish, especially after sharing a bottle of Pinot Grigio, I still brought a cannoli home with me.
Saturday was spent with Shellee and her boys Seth and Jordan, Danny, Victor and Miki, and Shelle's roommate Clayton doing the DEATH thing. Thank you all for being so supportive and for the positive input, especially since this was my first "real" shoot.
All Brian and I did yesterday was work on the gallery so that I wold be able to share a large selection of the photos with the world. I'm really pleased with how it came out, and I hope you are, too.
Towards the later portion of the afternoon, Brian asked if I'd like to take a walk, and since the weather has been so perfect, I got dressed, threw on my black trenchcoat, and accompanied him through our neighborhood and into Los Feliz Village. We strolled past the local shops and restaurants until settling for a diner on Vermont that I'd been wanting to try.
Well, it sucked. Heh. Totally unremarkable food (my burger was burnt to a black crispy hockey puck and the salad was room temperature - hurl!), strange, shitty service, and a vacant, sterile atmosphere although they really did try. Still, the walk was nice, and it was a really nice way to spend some time with Brian away from the evils of our computers, which I admit had me in tears that morning. Don't ask.
It's raining today. That's always a good thing. I have to go find a "Secret Santa" gift for "Boring, Complainer Lady" (lucky me that I chose the moaner with no interests whatsoever) and food now. Out into the rain I go. After that, I'll be cleaning Cricket's fishtank and catching up with all of you.
Oh, and I am SO ALL ABOUT badm0j0's New Year's Party!!! Check the hook up board and let's RAWK that shit!!!
On Friday, we were planning to see Fluffgirls Burlesque at the Knitting Factory, so I got all Moulin Rouge-d up in my finest ruffles and fishnets, and Brian looked especially dapper in his crisp white shirt and black sweater, only to arrive at a cavernously empty hip-hop night and a blank look on the ticket counter guy's face.
Apparently, due to this being the first North American tour for the group, they had a low volume of ticket sales and they canceled the shows at the Knitting Factory without notifying anyone, not even the club itself. ??? I was disappointed, of course, since Brian and I have never seen a performance of this kind before, so we were really looking forward to it.
All we could think to do, since we were starving by this time, was go in search of a nice place for dinner that would be worthy of our attire. Miceli's was where our search ended. I love the pianist and the boisterous voices of the singers that perform Sinatra songs at random, the robust flavor of the sauces, the wine flows like fountains, and those amazing hot rolls fresh from the busy ovens.
The warmth of the brick walls, the iron balconies, the candlelight behind red glass, and the Italian chianti bottles everywhere coupled with the twinkling Christmas lights and wreaths tied with bright red velvet ribbons were just the things we needed to make us forget all about being denied the half-naked showgirls hidden behind humongous feathered fans.
After we shared an order of steamed clams, I ordered an incredible chicken marsala, and Brian had the baked lasagna with a delcious cream sauce. Dinner was amazing and, although neither of us could finish, especially after sharing a bottle of Pinot Grigio, I still brought a cannoli home with me.
Saturday was spent with Shellee and her boys Seth and Jordan, Danny, Victor and Miki, and Shelle's roommate Clayton doing the DEATH thing. Thank you all for being so supportive and for the positive input, especially since this was my first "real" shoot.
All Brian and I did yesterday was work on the gallery so that I wold be able to share a large selection of the photos with the world. I'm really pleased with how it came out, and I hope you are, too.
Towards the later portion of the afternoon, Brian asked if I'd like to take a walk, and since the weather has been so perfect, I got dressed, threw on my black trenchcoat, and accompanied him through our neighborhood and into Los Feliz Village. We strolled past the local shops and restaurants until settling for a diner on Vermont that I'd been wanting to try.
Well, it sucked. Heh. Totally unremarkable food (my burger was burnt to a black crispy hockey puck and the salad was room temperature - hurl!), strange, shitty service, and a vacant, sterile atmosphere although they really did try. Still, the walk was nice, and it was a really nice way to spend some time with Brian away from the evils of our computers, which I admit had me in tears that morning. Don't ask.
It's raining today. That's always a good thing. I have to go find a "Secret Santa" gift for "Boring, Complainer Lady" (lucky me that I chose the moaner with no interests whatsoever) and food now. Out into the rain I go. After that, I'll be cleaning Cricket's fishtank and catching up with all of you.
Oh, and I am SO ALL ABOUT badm0j0's New Year's Party!!! Check the hook up board and let's RAWK that shit!!!
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Here's an idea for Complainer Lady's present ... Uhhhhm , a cylindrically shaped electrical stimulation device( With optional speed controls ) . Maybe she complains so much because she's all " pent up " . That's REALLY the gift that keeps on giving ALL YEAR 'ROUND .