Monday, August 29, 2005

Stuff…

Saturday Night:
After moving all day Friday and doing the final clean-up Saturday morning, F and I spent Saturday afternoon unpacking.  By the time Saturday night rolled around we were too exhausted to go out in search of food.  We settled instead, for some freezer fare.  After eating the delicious meal of appetizers from Safeway, F got up to put the plates back in the kitchen.  I was sitting in the living room, not paying attention to anything when I heard F call from the kitchen…
F: Honey…
Me: Yes?
F:  Did you realize that all we have in the fridge is booze and condiments?
Me:  Well, I believe there’s frozen pizza in the freezer…

Update: We now have bacon, eggs, and muffins to go with the condiments and booze!

Moving:
The movie “Team America:World Police” has finally come out on video.  Both Ben* and F are big fans of the movie.  In the movie the directors make fun of Matt Damon.  When ever he is shown all he says is “Matt Damon.” It’s pretty funny. 
Somehow, during the course of the move, Ben and F decided my futon should be named Matt Damon.  Then, it was decided F’s futon is Ben Affleck.  Matt is pudgy, a little nicer looking but pretty heavy.  Ben is thinner, pretty beat up, but much easier to handle.  Matt gets to live in the living room; Ben gets to live in the game room.  I’m pretty sure it’s a toss up as to who has it better…
*F decided that we would not hire movers as previously posted on this blog.  Instead he had his friend Ben up to help.  He was fabulous and made a very hard, long day as fun as it could have been.

I’ll have a pound of Lamb please:
Suhalia Salimpour was in town over the weekend.  We were lucky enough to get reservations to see her at a local Persian restaurant.  Going to belly dance shows in restaurants is always an “interesting” experience.  You are lucky to be able to see the dancers as they move around the restaurant and even the greatest performers have to move out of the way for waiters and bus boys. 
We arrived at the restaurant 2 hours early, thinking we would eat, have a few drinks and hang out before the show started.  Upon arrival it was obvious that the wait staff was not interested in actually waiting on us.  We waited a good 5 minutes (if not longer) to be seated.  F had to actually ask for menus.  Once he did that we got mediocre service from a waitress who wanted to be anywhere but where she was.  The food turned out to be pretty good; we had a pound of grilled lamb with onions and rice.  The dancers were amazing (I was able to sit on my knees and see most of the performances.)
I don’t think I would be tempted to go back to the restaurant again, even for a performance by Suhalia.  She was amazing, but the service wasn’t.

Workers:
Or non workers, as the case may be.  Before I left on Thursday the person that took over my last position emailed me asking for a document I created.  I didn’t have time last Thursday to take care of emailing the document before I left for the apartment walk through.  She didn’t say it was urgent either, so I figured it could wait.  Apparently on Friday she emailed and called every one of my co-workers asking for the document.  Not a single person knew what she was talking about…
I got back in today to find 2 more messages and a voicemail regarding the document.  I shrugged and kept working on things I felt were urgent.  She continued to email me through out the day regarding this document.  The count at 2pm when I finally emailed her the document was 7 messages.  If that doesn’t smell of desperation I don’t know what does…