On Birthdays, Pirates, and Bond Cars
First of all, Happy Birthday to my lil' sis, Lindsey Rae! May dad make you breakfast and keep you in cordials (unless of course he's traveling, in which case hit up Unc).
I’m reliving a childhood happy place today by eating some red delicious apples and peanut butter, which seems to be a good thing, as I'm slightly hung over from the cigar bar adventure last night.
I took two pages of a story I'm working on to the bar and gave the guys a look. The general consensus was that its good - mmmm...piratey goodness. I'm popping my pirate cherry, since I've never written about them before. Monsieur Bullet will like this one a lot, methinks. Yarrrrr!
After a few martinis and cigars, Muppet Man took me to Tiramisu for dinner. Since the owner is a friend of ours, we relied on his discretion in regards to food and wine. Please to be noting: Handsome, smiling Italian men who own several restaurants will just keep bringing you food until you beg them to stop. After 5 courses, we begged. It stopped. But man, it was good!
Since Libitina is in Austin, she's asked me to ensure Muppet Man has a happy weekend none-the-less, so I proposed a trip to Napa, since the last time we all went it was a blast. "I think the Aston Martin is in the paddock this weekend," he said. Those are magic words, Aston Martin. The name's Bond. Rain Bond. How come Jim Henson never created a Muppet Bond? Nevermind... I promise to take pictures.
Lots of script editing was done yesterday for the day job, and most of that is out of the way. It’s swelteringly hot at the office. For some reason, they don’t air condition us down in the creative sector.
Portable fan. Portable fan. Portable FAN. Just need a PORTABLE FAN!
I’m reliving a childhood happy place today by eating some red delicious apples and peanut butter, which seems to be a good thing, as I'm slightly hung over from the cigar bar adventure last night.
I took two pages of a story I'm working on to the bar and gave the guys a look. The general consensus was that its good - mmmm...piratey goodness. I'm popping my pirate cherry, since I've never written about them before. Monsieur Bullet will like this one a lot, methinks. Yarrrrr!
After a few martinis and cigars, Muppet Man took me to Tiramisu for dinner. Since the owner is a friend of ours, we relied on his discretion in regards to food and wine. Please to be noting: Handsome, smiling Italian men who own several restaurants will just keep bringing you food until you beg them to stop. After 5 courses, we begged. It stopped. But man, it was good!
Since Libitina is in Austin, she's asked me to ensure Muppet Man has a happy weekend none-the-less, so I proposed a trip to Napa, since the last time we all went it was a blast. "I think the Aston Martin is in the paddock this weekend," he said. Those are magic words, Aston Martin. The name's Bond. Rain Bond. How come Jim Henson never created a Muppet Bond? Nevermind... I promise to take pictures.
Lots of script editing was done yesterday for the day job, and most of that is out of the way. It’s swelteringly hot at the office. For some reason, they don’t air condition us down in the creative sector.
Portable fan. Portable fan. Portable FAN. Just need a PORTABLE FAN!