Weekly omnibus post
Make way for ducklings... on our tennis court: I am currently on hold with 311 because four ducklings were found on the tennis court on my building's terrace, and I'd like to get animal control involved before they get big enough to be dinner.
Another in a multitude of signs that I'm becoming a cranky old woman: I sent a substantial note to the corrections email account for Pitchfork after reading the Jeff Tweedy interview; included were many questionable turns of phrase that Tweedy might've actually said, but also the claim that Glenn Kotche joined the band after YHF was recorded, and the use of the word "want's". Want's!
Weekend review: Running around! Buying chocolates! Staying up for 20 hours on Saturday! Tea was good, and I sat with fun people at the dinner party (there were fun people at every table, of course). I didn't try the kidneys, but I did try the soup that tasted like weed. After the party, some of us learned that cabbies apparently don't pick up the whiteys in Chinatown, so Mr. Z had to come pick us up. There was much viewing of Mr. Z's neighbors through their windows, and Shaun of the Dead was watched.
xioley and I stole actual.Nolan's cell phone and intercepted his calls throughout the night. Because really, even hanging downtown and watching DU with a bunch of low-key type people has to be better than going to a DU party.
Yesterday involved a lot of suffering through the stupid stupid NYT Sunday puzzle, and delicious dinner at Hot Chocolate. Mr. Z got to use the phrase "whalebones in the terroir", which has to be a euphemism for something dirty.