Sunday, February 8, 2009

the only sour cherry on the fruit stand

well, the weekend is over and i'm drinking raspberry zinger with extra lemon and finding myself unable to grade papers.  feelin a little too spacey to be a trustworthy evaluator right now.  a little bummed at the sundaynightness of it all, but it was a solid weekend.

martinis at bistro on friday and then when the others went home early i tracked down mehdi at zoolegger's and had a couple more there and talked his face off, i'm sure.  zoolegger's was packed tho!  haven't seen it that busy in ages -- heartening as it is the one gay bar in town.

saturday was hangover recovery down the hall at apartment seven where i watched other people drink mimosas and then we watched darkon and i cuddled on the couch with an oversized blankie.  then napssssss in my cozy bed and woke up for DATE NIGHT!  d and i tried out mcgraw's way out on south river road.  pretty tasty overall, tho a little steakhousey for my blood -- you know with dinner comes a small salad iceberg style and your choice of a side.  huge and varied wine list tho.  i enjoyed a glass of some charles krug cab with my first ever fish dinner out!  grilled salmon.  i think i preferred david's walleye, so we did a kind of switcheroo and were pleased.

today was blaring the kills and m.i.a. and putting together a harlem renaissance/zora neale hurston lecture for tomorrow.  their eyes were watching god is pretty rockin and the time period is super awesome, imo.  i'm going to do a mini 'women of the blues' lecture and then some poetry and then prolly just the first chapter of the novel which is all gossipers and envy-ers of sexiness. 

now more tea and more kala at high volumes.  in my eardrums only tho since it's closing in on the witching hour.

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