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Effluvia Links from tonight's entry: Journals
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09/29/2000 Ford Van I got paid Wednesday, so we went out for Indian food. We went down the street to Shalimar, which reminds me of several Indian restaurants in London I ate at this spring. There's muted Indian music, colorful murals of Hindu gods, the smell of quality incense and a row of attentive waiters lined up by the bar, ready to spring to your service when you give them a look. Sonya had chicken tikka masala, which is pretty much automatically good. I got mattar paneer, a combination of peas, cheese and tomato sauce. Sonya's was better. I didn't care, though, 'cause I had a vegetable samosa half the size of my head as an appetizer. With the weather as nice as it's been the last few days driving has become a very pleasant act. We went to Shalimar Wednesday night and the French Quarter last night in the Louisiana Badass, top down, wind in the hair. New Orleans is a fine city to own a convertible in. And imagine this, if you will: you're driving a little red sportscar in New Orleans. It's a beuatiful warm fall afternoon. You've got Elvis Costello in the CD player, the windows are down and you can do whatever you want. Hell, that was just my drive home from work yesterday. We got some good stuff at Virgin, too. Pete Tong's Essential Selection: Ibiza 2000, which is English dance music, really, Moloko's Things to Make and Do, kind of a cool and eccentric pop/hip-hop thing, and the DVD of High Fidelity, the best movie of the year 2000. We came home and immediately watched it. Cusack is something special. Interesting, huh? Two imports and a movie of a novel originally set in London. The Williams Family are anglophiles, wanting nothing more than bad teeth and socialized medicine to make our lives complete. Pathetic. Hell, I was asking one of the Virgin workers if they could special order import singles. He said I'd have better luck ordering from Amazon UK.
This weekend should be nice! For the first time since we moved here we can be a little free with the money, now that we're both working. I got pizza on the way home (pizza!) and while we did consider going to see Travis at the House of Blues tonight I think we'll stay home, watch the final episode of Big Brother and make a compilation tape or two. At some point this weekend we've got to get out and get a baby gift for my nephew's offspring. And groceries. We need groceries. We're out of toothpaste, for God's sake. And some magical transformation took hold of the toothpaste while we were on the road last week -when we left New Orleans it was regualr toothpasty with a nice pasty consistence. When Sonya opened the toothpaste in West Memphis, though, it had turned into a slightly thick but free-flowing liquid. What the fuck? No one knows.
I saw this sign propped up against a van on Claiborne on my way home today: 1984 Ford Van This summer Sonya and I went to a garage sale one of our friends was having. Her family had run a restaurant for years, and she was selling off a bunch of food service stuff. We got a tea set, a big carafe and lots of glasses - highballs, coffee cups, champagne glasses and those cool, squatty little wine glasses that you have to pitch at the concrete thirty feet below you to break. I'm having a glass of wine in one of them right now. I love these little glasses. The wine, though, she is not so good. My mom got us two bottles of wine before we left town; one, a nice merlot, was very good. This one, though, is a screw-top white. It's all fizzy and tastes very grape-y, like Welch's, but it would make you drunk. I have a suspicion that this may be wino wine. |
Oh, and at Virgin I saw this other English dance CD with the perfect lion I want for my future tattoo. The CD is from a club in Sheffield called Gatecrasher - the lion is their logo. I swiped it from their website. Thanks, guys!
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