2 years now.
Yesterday was my anniversary. I hate making such a post as this because I see everyone on my fucking friends page post about their relationships and I never give a rat's ass. However, reconciling my loathe to make the post and considering Lish's request that i make it, one finds that I wouldn't mind such a record, only private. As I also detest privatizing my entries, I'll past-date it. That way it'll be off the usual radar of such idiocies.
We spent the day in sync. Not speaking much at all, but our worlds co-existing within the cap hill pad. There are some that would demand high sacrifice demonstrations of love and attention burnt on the a Grecian altar to the decaying zombie-corpse of Eros' will, but that shit really doesn't fly for us. If Lish and I either did or require such things, the dark pits of a nether realm would crack open and the lords therein would suck one of us in there and flog us on the bondage cross of reality for a while, to revive some sense in us.
However, there was need for some small celebration, and we ventured downtown. The slush of the recent snowpocalypse, clinging in it's last desperation for a reviving cold-snap in the gutters, wasn't enough to prevent the perfect bus-transfers downtown and we took in a dinner @ the Union. smashing place, really. The decor is a maroon so bright that it's like blood in that congealed moment before it gives up the last of it's moisture and becomes a blackish ruddy stain. The paintings are spare, but are the variety of art that actually does suggest more in their starkness, and they're huge. I can't imagine I'll grow tired of them. Lish was happy viewing the pony, of course.
After charming the doorman with a few sentences, Lish was lead to our table. I really am arm-candy to her in this sort of thing, though we often can work together as a team, excepting when she's of the mind to make people uncomfortable with brash flirting and references to butt sex. The plan of the dinner was my gift to her, order what you wish, but ignore the prices. However, Lish is an instinctive deal-hunter and immediately spotted a $50 deal. As the goal of my gift to her wasn't met because of this, I later chose to offer her a second 'perfect union deal night' to compliment this one. I'd been planning something a skosh more extravagant; but if I can't present that, why not play into exactly what she likes? That's the core of any good gift anyhow, and she's excited.
The meal was interesting. We had focaccia bread in olive oil, the oil spiced with salt and tiny greek olives. It was excellent. Their oil is always a good choice. An entree of oysters. I'm really at a loss as to what to say about them they were served on ice with horse radish and other spices. I think they were raw? Some bites were perfect with lemon, horse radish, and oyster hitting *just* right, but others were pure oyster. I'm not sure I've had them before, they were a mite briny, though that has it's allure, I suppose. Good bites amongst that course, Lish savored them quickly amongst her Lish-bites of focaccia.
Then there was a dish with shell pasta, rabbit meat, that was simply *great*. I've not had rabbit before, and I love the flavor. It took over the entire dish and had a bold presence to the point where I'm reminded of how an heirloom tomato will take over a red-sauce. The chef certainly knew how to play to it, and I can't even recall wondering what spices supported it, it was so good. Lish and I were sharing each dish, and we scraped the bowl clean.
There was less than a usual smattering of people at the union. It complimented the whole 'anniversary' thing well, enough to make it not crowded or abandoned. Cozy. All the leaves on a tree outside the window were clinging to it as members of a copper age tribe holed up in the Andes mountains, braced in huddles against strong winds. A drama queen was amusing returning to her girls-night-out table sobbing briefly as she sat down. An elder couple across the seating-space were taking a daughter out for a holiday dinner and the father scowled at us. The table beside us politely ignored us [good breeding], and a duo *just* old enough to be our parents gave warm smiley glances at our random kisses and feeding each other bites.
The 4th course we ate was some light and flaking fish from the Mediterranean. Seared at the edges with an odd mixture of lettuce bits and white raisins on top of a very peculiar strip of whipped seasoning. The fish, good; the lettuce thing, odd; the strip, tasty and difficult to spoon/fork onto bites. I liked it, but it became an amusing struggle to chase bits of everything about the plate with my fork to assemble a bite. Eventually my table knife solved matters and Lish and I achieved fish-plate.
We called upon the waiter for some sort of pear-cake for dessert. It was really good. A quail-egg shaped bit of gelato of indiscriminate flavor sat atop it and a rich caramel sauce smothering the cake beneath. All and all it was a complete dinner success, with the waiter recalling us from previous times and Lish demanding the private life of the menu-changes from the Host. Going back will be excellent, you can't ask for a better place to dine.
The evening cap was Hollywood Video. Lured in by some random coupon, we found the recent attempt to spice the hulk movie up w/Edward Norton, and Lish picked up some Rollins. The hulk movie rules. I fucking love that they billed cameo's from Stan Lee and Lou Ferrigno. It seems that the comic world is *finally* having some say in Hollywood. The movie is awesome, including the birth of Dr. Samson, decent use of S.H.I.E.L.D., Stark talking about putting together a team. The hulk was portrayed well: mildly intelligent, destructively heroic, using actual skills from the marvel world (thanks to cg) and bounding off in the end to pursue his quest to evade... whatever, while trying to control his transformations. Hell Lish even liked it and she doesn't read the comix.
Rollins ruled. We watched something from back in the 90's and stayed up until 3 am. My anniversary rocked.
We spent the day in sync. Not speaking much at all, but our worlds co-existing within the cap hill pad. There are some that would demand high sacrifice demonstrations of love and attention burnt on the a Grecian altar to the decaying zombie-corpse of Eros' will, but that shit really doesn't fly for us. If Lish and I either did or require such things, the dark pits of a nether realm would crack open and the lords therein would suck one of us in there and flog us on the bondage cross of reality for a while, to revive some sense in us.
However, there was need for some small celebration, and we ventured downtown. The slush of the recent snowpocalypse, clinging in it's last desperation for a reviving cold-snap in the gutters, wasn't enough to prevent the perfect bus-transfers downtown and we took in a dinner @ the Union. smashing place, really. The decor is a maroon so bright that it's like blood in that congealed moment before it gives up the last of it's moisture and becomes a blackish ruddy stain. The paintings are spare, but are the variety of art that actually does suggest more in their starkness, and they're huge. I can't imagine I'll grow tired of them. Lish was happy viewing the pony, of course.
After charming the doorman with a few sentences, Lish was lead to our table. I really am arm-candy to her in this sort of thing, though we often can work together as a team, excepting when she's of the mind to make people uncomfortable with brash flirting and references to butt sex. The plan of the dinner was my gift to her, order what you wish, but ignore the prices. However, Lish is an instinctive deal-hunter and immediately spotted a $50 deal. As the goal of my gift to her wasn't met because of this, I later chose to offer her a second 'perfect union deal night' to compliment this one. I'd been planning something a skosh more extravagant; but if I can't present that, why not play into exactly what she likes? That's the core of any good gift anyhow, and she's excited.
The meal was interesting. We had focaccia bread in olive oil, the oil spiced with salt and tiny greek olives. It was excellent. Their oil is always a good choice. An entree of oysters. I'm really at a loss as to what to say about them they were served on ice with horse radish and other spices. I think they were raw? Some bites were perfect with lemon, horse radish, and oyster hitting *just* right, but others were pure oyster. I'm not sure I've had them before, they were a mite briny, though that has it's allure, I suppose. Good bites amongst that course, Lish savored them quickly amongst her Lish-bites of focaccia.
Then there was a dish with shell pasta, rabbit meat, that was simply *great*. I've not had rabbit before, and I love the flavor. It took over the entire dish and had a bold presence to the point where I'm reminded of how an heirloom tomato will take over a red-sauce. The chef certainly knew how to play to it, and I can't even recall wondering what spices supported it, it was so good. Lish and I were sharing each dish, and we scraped the bowl clean.
There was less than a usual smattering of people at the union. It complimented the whole 'anniversary' thing well, enough to make it not crowded or abandoned. Cozy. All the leaves on a tree outside the window were clinging to it as members of a copper age tribe holed up in the Andes mountains, braced in huddles against strong winds. A drama queen was amusing returning to her girls-night-out table sobbing briefly as she sat down. An elder couple across the seating-space were taking a daughter out for a holiday dinner and the father scowled at us. The table beside us politely ignored us [good breeding], and a duo *just* old enough to be our parents gave warm smiley glances at our random kisses and feeding each other bites.
The 4th course we ate was some light and flaking fish from the Mediterranean. Seared at the edges with an odd mixture of lettuce bits and white raisins on top of a very peculiar strip of whipped seasoning. The fish, good; the lettuce thing, odd; the strip, tasty and difficult to spoon/fork onto bites. I liked it, but it became an amusing struggle to chase bits of everything about the plate with my fork to assemble a bite. Eventually my table knife solved matters and Lish and I achieved fish-plate.
We called upon the waiter for some sort of pear-cake for dessert. It was really good. A quail-egg shaped bit of gelato of indiscriminate flavor sat atop it and a rich caramel sauce smothering the cake beneath. All and all it was a complete dinner success, with the waiter recalling us from previous times and Lish demanding the private life of the menu-changes from the Host. Going back will be excellent, you can't ask for a better place to dine.
The evening cap was Hollywood Video. Lured in by some random coupon, we found the recent attempt to spice the hulk movie up w/Edward Norton, and Lish picked up some Rollins. The hulk movie rules. I fucking love that they billed cameo's from Stan Lee and Lou Ferrigno. It seems that the comic world is *finally* having some say in Hollywood. The movie is awesome, including the birth of Dr. Samson, decent use of S.H.I.E.L.D., Stark talking about putting together a team. The hulk was portrayed well: mildly intelligent, destructively heroic, using actual skills from the marvel world (thanks to cg) and bounding off in the end to pursue his quest to evade... whatever, while trying to control his transformations. Hell Lish even liked it and she doesn't read the comix.
Rollins ruled. We watched something from back in the 90's and stayed up until 3 am. My anniversary rocked.