So tired...
We were out late last night, and for some reason that has translated into complete and utter exhaustion today. It doesn't make sense! We only stayed up an hour later than usual! Maybe it's a warning against ever trying to stay up for an entire night (like on December 23rd) again...
Anyway. As for why we were out late, our friend Kirk Andres Wilson was playing at the Disneyland Hotel, so Gaston and Alice came down and we all went to watch him and chat between sets. The venue was a place called the Broken Spell Lounge, where the walls are all painted in Eyvind Earle style trees, like you're in the forest in Disney's Sleeping Beauty. All the decor is dark green and black, and the lighting is pretty low, so it really feels like the spell has yet to be broken, but I didn't name the place or do the interior design, so whatever I guess.
So we went there and listened to jazz piano while eating food that was just a little bit too fancy for us. Gaston reminded us that we could have sent the pizza back and gotten one without basil on it, but we thought we could handle it. Turns out...we could, but it wasn't great. They also had a super fancy molten lava cake that was not your typical molten lava cake.
We weren't entirely sure how the eating of it was supposed to go. It was served in a little metal pan, drowning in chocolate syrup (which I think was cherry infused, because the menu said there were cherries, but there weren't any actual cherries), and the pan was on a plate that had chocolate drizzled on it, and on top of the chocolate were three dollops of whipped cream (forming a Mickey, naturally) that were topped with salted almonds. So we don't know if you were supposed to transfer the cream to the cake, or eat it by itself or what. Clearly the plating of this dish was more concerned with aesthetics than practicality or deliciousness, because the saddest thing was the chocolate drizzle. It was tempered chocolate that solidified onto the grooves of the plate (the plate was not a smooth surface; it had grooves), and the only way to even attempt to eat it was to scrape it off the plate and hope the pieces didn't get lost in the process. It just makes me sad to see chocolate go to waste like that. Anyway, however you were supposed to eat it, the elements all tasted pretty good, although there was some consensus that the cherry(?) flavored chocolate syrup tasted a little strange.
Of course the music was excellent, and a very interesting thing happened. At one point, when Kirk was just starting a set, a group of women walked in, and since the entrance to the lounge was right by the piano, of course he noticed them, and he pointed at one of them and asked her her name. She told him, and he said, "This one's for you," and he started playing "Georgia." I thought that was a pretty weird choice, because she had just told him her name, and it was not Georgia.
When the set was over, Not Georgia came over to Kirk and told him, "You have no idea what you just did." Apparently "Georgia" was the song they played for her first dance with her father at her wedding. It almost sounded like her father had passed away, and it was a sweet memory of him...but she also told Kirk that she called her father as soon as the song started playing at the lounge. So I guess she had just been having a bad time recently and needed that reminder that she's significant.
After she left, Kirk told us that that kind of thing happens all the time. He'll just get a feeling that he needs to give someone a shout-out or whatever. It's pretty neat.
So yeah, it was a fun time. Then we were tired, and now we're still tired. We even had to stop work early because we just couldn't handle it any more. Now we're going to go to bed early and hope we can re-energize. We really need to, because Athena has a French lesson tomorrow.
Today I'm thankful getting to visit with friends, getting to check out the super fancy lounge at the Disneyland Hotel, getting to listen to some great music, Kirk letting me request "When You Wish Upon a Star," and getting to go to sleep soon.
Anyway. As for why we were out late, our friend Kirk Andres Wilson was playing at the Disneyland Hotel, so Gaston and Alice came down and we all went to watch him and chat between sets. The venue was a place called the Broken Spell Lounge, where the walls are all painted in Eyvind Earle style trees, like you're in the forest in Disney's Sleeping Beauty. All the decor is dark green and black, and the lighting is pretty low, so it really feels like the spell has yet to be broken, but I didn't name the place or do the interior design, so whatever I guess.
So we went there and listened to jazz piano while eating food that was just a little bit too fancy for us. Gaston reminded us that we could have sent the pizza back and gotten one without basil on it, but we thought we could handle it. Turns out...we could, but it wasn't great. They also had a super fancy molten lava cake that was not your typical molten lava cake.
We weren't entirely sure how the eating of it was supposed to go. It was served in a little metal pan, drowning in chocolate syrup (which I think was cherry infused, because the menu said there were cherries, but there weren't any actual cherries), and the pan was on a plate that had chocolate drizzled on it, and on top of the chocolate were three dollops of whipped cream (forming a Mickey, naturally) that were topped with salted almonds. So we don't know if you were supposed to transfer the cream to the cake, or eat it by itself or what. Clearly the plating of this dish was more concerned with aesthetics than practicality or deliciousness, because the saddest thing was the chocolate drizzle. It was tempered chocolate that solidified onto the grooves of the plate (the plate was not a smooth surface; it had grooves), and the only way to even attempt to eat it was to scrape it off the plate and hope the pieces didn't get lost in the process. It just makes me sad to see chocolate go to waste like that. Anyway, however you were supposed to eat it, the elements all tasted pretty good, although there was some consensus that the cherry(?) flavored chocolate syrup tasted a little strange.
Of course the music was excellent, and a very interesting thing happened. At one point, when Kirk was just starting a set, a group of women walked in, and since the entrance to the lounge was right by the piano, of course he noticed them, and he pointed at one of them and asked her her name. She told him, and he said, "This one's for you," and he started playing "Georgia." I thought that was a pretty weird choice, because she had just told him her name, and it was not Georgia.
When the set was over, Not Georgia came over to Kirk and told him, "You have no idea what you just did." Apparently "Georgia" was the song they played for her first dance with her father at her wedding. It almost sounded like her father had passed away, and it was a sweet memory of him...but she also told Kirk that she called her father as soon as the song started playing at the lounge. So I guess she had just been having a bad time recently and needed that reminder that she's significant.
After she left, Kirk told us that that kind of thing happens all the time. He'll just get a feeling that he needs to give someone a shout-out or whatever. It's pretty neat.
So yeah, it was a fun time. Then we were tired, and now we're still tired. We even had to stop work early because we just couldn't handle it any more. Now we're going to go to bed early and hope we can re-energize. We really need to, because Athena has a French lesson tomorrow.
Today I'm thankful getting to visit with friends, getting to check out the super fancy lounge at the Disneyland Hotel, getting to listen to some great music, Kirk letting me request "When You Wish Upon a Star," and getting to go to sleep soon.