That updating thing you do
Nov. 18th, 2002 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeRealised I didn't say anything about Sunday, which I spent with Poms.
I got up to find my street buried under a foot of snow. After a fair amount of muttering under my breath, shovelling to rid my car of the snow that surrounded it, and vigorous brushing of the snow that clung like a malignant persian cat to my windshield.
Luckily for me, I am a much better winter driver than I am a summer driver, given that I learned to drive in a snowstorm. Odd, you might find, but nonetheless so.
I arrived about twenty minutes late at Poms' apartment, not having factored shovelling time into my schedule. Luckily he was doing something with his computer, so I didn't feel *too* guilty about making him wait. I left the car double-parked because there was a snowbank near his sidewalk and I was rather afraid I'd never get back out.
My car has 4-seasons tires. I am very grateful for this. Very grateful indeed.
We arrived at Eggspectations at about quarter to twelve, to find a rather long line-up inside. When someone suggested to us to make our presence known we did, and to our surprise were immediately shown to a table in the non-smoking section at the back. I guess it's easier to seat two people than three or something.
Brunch was a most pleasant affair, althought I was disappointed by the Eggsuberant I was served: the pancakes were rather hard and lacked fluffiness and any kind of flavour. The eggs and latkes were just fine, though, and the orange juice was divine (I'd had a craving for fresh-pressed orange juice all morning). I was going to have a hot chocolate, but we were unceremoniously hustled out the door by the waiter who was obviously anxious to seat more people. Too bad. We cut his tip slightly for that (I generally overtip if I can, and this time we gave just about the right amount).
Richelieu: Art and Power was a major disappointment. The texts were bordering on uninformative, and they printed an image backwards in the program. I realise that they can't go into too much analysis in their little exhibits for fear of taxing the little minds of the museum-goers, but this exhibit hit new lows as far as I'm concerned. If you present an artist or a school, then historical detail is important. If you're presenting an exhibit with a THEME, however, you should bloody well explain, elaborate, and theorise, and generally prove what you've said in your thesis statement.
We got through the exhibit in about an hour or maybe less, which says a lot for that. I can usually spend anything from two to five hours in an exhibit, and in the case of Cosmos I went back twice, for a total of twelve hours.
After a brief discussion of the exhibit (which was all it warranted), we decided to repair to Poms' appartment to watch a silly movie accompanied by hot chocolate. The original plan was to watch The Princess Bride, but upon arrival I remembered that Poms had "Desperado" in his movie collection, which I had never seen. Besides, it has Antonio Banderas in it: who's going to argue with that?
So we watched Antonio smoulder quite appreciatively for about two hours, although plot-wise and acting-wise it wasn't the best flic I'd ever seen. The motivations were all a little hazy by the end, not to mention oversimplified from the start. The Steve Buschemy (Lord I have no idea how to spell that) character was a riot, however, and well worth watching the movie for.
I high-tailed it out of there afterwards in order to go and buy groceries, because by that time Mother Hubbard had nothing on me.
I then repaired to my apartment and consoled my much-neglected pussy cats, then hit the sack at 18:30 (yes, you read right), and got up bright and early this morning for work. :)
And that's the last 36 hours.
I got up to find my street buried under a foot of snow. After a fair amount of muttering under my breath, shovelling to rid my car of the snow that surrounded it, and vigorous brushing of the snow that clung like a malignant persian cat to my windshield.
Luckily for me, I am a much better winter driver than I am a summer driver, given that I learned to drive in a snowstorm. Odd, you might find, but nonetheless so.
I arrived about twenty minutes late at Poms' apartment, not having factored shovelling time into my schedule. Luckily he was doing something with his computer, so I didn't feel *too* guilty about making him wait. I left the car double-parked because there was a snowbank near his sidewalk and I was rather afraid I'd never get back out.
My car has 4-seasons tires. I am very grateful for this. Very grateful indeed.
We arrived at Eggspectations at about quarter to twelve, to find a rather long line-up inside. When someone suggested to us to make our presence known we did, and to our surprise were immediately shown to a table in the non-smoking section at the back. I guess it's easier to seat two people than three or something.
Brunch was a most pleasant affair, althought I was disappointed by the Eggsuberant I was served: the pancakes were rather hard and lacked fluffiness and any kind of flavour. The eggs and latkes were just fine, though, and the orange juice was divine (I'd had a craving for fresh-pressed orange juice all morning). I was going to have a hot chocolate, but we were unceremoniously hustled out the door by the waiter who was obviously anxious to seat more people. Too bad. We cut his tip slightly for that (I generally overtip if I can, and this time we gave just about the right amount).
Richelieu: Art and Power was a major disappointment. The texts were bordering on uninformative, and they printed an image backwards in the program. I realise that they can't go into too much analysis in their little exhibits for fear of taxing the little minds of the museum-goers, but this exhibit hit new lows as far as I'm concerned. If you present an artist or a school, then historical detail is important. If you're presenting an exhibit with a THEME, however, you should bloody well explain, elaborate, and theorise, and generally prove what you've said in your thesis statement.
We got through the exhibit in about an hour or maybe less, which says a lot for that. I can usually spend anything from two to five hours in an exhibit, and in the case of Cosmos I went back twice, for a total of twelve hours.
After a brief discussion of the exhibit (which was all it warranted), we decided to repair to Poms' appartment to watch a silly movie accompanied by hot chocolate. The original plan was to watch The Princess Bride, but upon arrival I remembered that Poms had "Desperado" in his movie collection, which I had never seen. Besides, it has Antonio Banderas in it: who's going to argue with that?
So we watched Antonio smoulder quite appreciatively for about two hours, although plot-wise and acting-wise it wasn't the best flic I'd ever seen. The motivations were all a little hazy by the end, not to mention oversimplified from the start. The Steve Buschemy (Lord I have no idea how to spell that) character was a riot, however, and well worth watching the movie for.
I high-tailed it out of there afterwards in order to go and buy groceries, because by that time Mother Hubbard had nothing on me.
I then repaired to my apartment and consoled my much-neglected pussy cats, then hit the sack at 18:30 (yes, you read right), and got up bright and early this morning for work. :)
And that's the last 36 hours.
