[Please note, this blog written under the influence of several glasses of good Italian red wine. See below for details]
My wife, as some of you know, is a strict vegetarian and hates mindlessly violent and/or thoughtlessly funny movies. And, for the most part, I'm down with that. But it's always nice when she goes away and I can give in to my baser instincts. What follows is my chronicle.
Breakfast: two crullers from Albertsons and a Starbucks venti triple latte. Watched the Sopranos and the last hour of the Tony awards. Since just about every media outlet was talking about the Sopranos today, I'll forgo, although I will say I liked the last episode of Twin Peaks, that introduced an entirely new story in the last five minutes, better. I was very sorry that Raul Esparza did not win for best actor in a musical - I got to see him in Company this March and he was incredible.
Lunch: small popcorn with butter and a water at the Capital 12. Saw Mr. Brooks. Was not disappointed (except that I had to drive 50 miles each way to see it).
Dinner: 7 oz. boneless rib eye, hash browns with garlic and Parmesan, asparagus with hollendaise, and a bottle of Selciaia Fassati Rosso di Montepulciano.
After Dinner Entertainment: Epic Movie, Deja Vu, and Let's Go To Prison, three Camel non-filters (all I'm allowed), and one bloody mary.
Not a bad day.
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2 comments:
Sounds like a pretty darn good day, all around.
David Denby wrote quite the love letter to Mr. Brooks, so I'm eager to see it.
I have to say that while my significant other is out of town, I'm not eating nearly as good as you. Perhaps I should do something about this.
I've got the wine and the cigarettes down, though... :)
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