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March 30, 2006

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fly to the Belgian Congo!A friend from college went back to Europe to see family, and they had scored a great deal on airfare. This is 20 years ago, a whole different world. Anyways, I remember when he got back, he told me that his father said that the airline name was an acronym for such a bloody experience, never again.

(oh, speaking of which, you've got to check out the best web site EVAR! I'll wait. Here it is: sabena.com - oh, and it only works in Internet Explorer 5! Dude! That's the best!)

That's how I feel about my dinner experience last night.

I went out with the food group to a well-regarded, very hip restaurant last night. Our ringleader put a lot of work into working with the restaurant to get a reasonably priced meal for us. And the restaurant is beautiful.

So here's how it all went wrong.

Our long long long table is along the wall. If anyone who is sitting on the wall side needs to leave the table, everyone else on the way to the end of the table must also get up. Guess where I was sitting?

So me, my claustrophobic self who was tired and iffy about being there, who had a sicky boyfriend at home, is stuck on the wrong side of the table. The walls are made of concrete, and all the sound bounces, making it hard to hear the person directly across from you.

Grumble, grumble, grumble. And then the food took three hours in coming and was in tiny, excruciating slow doses and sure some of it was really good, but all I wanted to do was go home.
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Okay, enough of my grumpiness. I've been obsessed with a couple things that were on the videos this weekend. Like Jenny Lewis and The Watson Twins' Rise Up with Fists. I don't know if the video is an homage to Hee Haw, or to the Grand Old Opry, but I love it. Visually, I don't think it needs the Sarah Silverman-Hee Haw gags—it's a sleeper, but once it has its hooks in you, damn. Jon, I think you'd like this a lot.

Unlike having to see Jenny Lewis multiple times before it had its claws in me, the Silver Jews—man!—all I gotta do is see one of their videos once, and I'm sank. Like this latest one, Sleeping is the Only Love—brilliant. (You Tube, why do you let me down? Where's the video??)

Okay, so now I am totally infatuated with the cape that Cassie is wearing over her ceili/Irish dancing dress while riding a bicycle. Yes, I must knit a cape. If you would have asked me two days ago about the gauchest thing you could knit, I may well have said a cape. Now, I must knit one. Reversible. And maybe a ceili dress.

How Can I Love You (If You Won't Lie Down)—also brilliant. Though no capes.

Posted at March 30, 2006

Comments

I'm thinking I have to get me an outfit like the guys in the band. :)

Posted by: Jon in Michigan at March 30, 2006 11:33 AM

it'll work in Netscape 6.x as well! I love the flashing "Sabina......... COM!" whoa! ".com" means they're on the interwebs! in 2006! amazing!!!!

Also, I love the plane being sprayed with water. Is it on fire?

Posted by: becky at March 30, 2006 9:58 PM