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coyotegothHmm- saw my Dad for the first time in forever (read: since X-Mas) today- he wanted to meet Lynn, and take us both to dinner at the Oak Room in the Plaza, to say thank you to Lynn for putting up with my sorry ass when I was whining and limping to beat the band. That was nifty; I'm more than a little astonished that they had never met before- Lynn having been my best friend/apt. mate for so long, and all. For some odd reason, I love it when friends of mine who I know from entirely separate parts of my life get together... new connections and all that. Hmm- or maybe it's because they always talk about sweet l'il me...:P
Anyway- the Oak Room at the Plaza is a fine dining space, with that dark, Godfather-style lighting; I personally recommend the prime rib, not the sirloin. It was fun watching Dad and Lynn talking together (as well as watching the drunken ass in the opposite corner; nice of the Plaza to provide entertainment with our meal ;p), although it was odd to keep hearing Dad's hearing aid whistling. Geez- he was a lieutenant j.g. in the tail end of WWII; you'd think I was a bit more adjusted to the idea of him being... well... 76. To me, though, he's still the man who could whup me at racquetball when I was 15; whp could lift his outboard motor into position single-handedly... not the man I had to drive to the hospital when he had an angina attack in front of my eyes... enough of that.
Dad was gratifyingly impressed by our place (Dad to Lynn, upon seeing my room: "Hey- I can see the floor!"); touched by Lynn's account of his thanking her for being there for me, while I was in the Little Coyote's room; amused to watch as Nestle the Demon kitten put on her best manners, and had him dangling his shoelace for her to pounce, just as though she wasn't possessed ;p And Dad a cat-hater, too; is there no limit to her evil powers...? Hmm- Gremlin (our new orange male- Chester's heir apparent) better hope there is; every time she and Aceron see him, they look as though they're reverting to their genetic ancestors, the dreaded sabretooth Nestles...*ahem*
In other news- the first week back at work was an anticlimax; I need exercise; Kurosawa's Seven Samurai awaits my viewing pleasure on the morrow. Woo! Spent this evening watching the 1976 King Kong remake (a sadly underrated 70s satire), and playing Azrael's Tear- and generally revelling in the fact that thanks to Lynn's sterling efforts, I now have a room that truly reflects the inner me- or will, as soon as we put the padded walls up...:P
P.S. Yeah, I'm gonna see The Mummy Returns, ecola :P
Anyway- the Oak Room at the Plaza is a fine dining space, with that dark, Godfather-style lighting; I personally recommend the prime rib, not the sirloin. It was fun watching Dad and Lynn talking together (as well as watching the drunken ass in the opposite corner; nice of the Plaza to provide entertainment with our meal ;p), although it was odd to keep hearing Dad's hearing aid whistling. Geez- he was a lieutenant j.g. in the tail end of WWII; you'd think I was a bit more adjusted to the idea of him being... well... 76. To me, though, he's still the man who could whup me at racquetball when I was 15; whp could lift his outboard motor into position single-handedly... not the man I had to drive to the hospital when he had an angina attack in front of my eyes... enough of that.
Dad was gratifyingly impressed by our place (Dad to Lynn, upon seeing my room: "Hey- I can see the floor!"); touched by Lynn's account of his thanking her for being there for me, while I was in the Little Coyote's room; amused to watch as Nestle the Demon kitten put on her best manners, and had him dangling his shoelace for her to pounce, just as though she wasn't possessed ;p And Dad a cat-hater, too; is there no limit to her evil powers...? Hmm- Gremlin (our new orange male- Chester's heir apparent) better hope there is; every time she and Aceron see him, they look as though they're reverting to their genetic ancestors, the dreaded sabretooth Nestles...*ahem*
In other news- the first week back at work was an anticlimax; I need exercise; Kurosawa's Seven Samurai awaits my viewing pleasure on the morrow. Woo! Spent this evening watching the 1976 King Kong remake (a sadly underrated 70s satire), and playing Azrael's Tear- and generally revelling in the fact that thanks to Lynn's sterling efforts, I now have a room that truly reflects the inner me- or will, as soon as we put the padded walls up...:P
P.S. Yeah, I'm gonna see The Mummy Returns, ecola :P
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the mummy returns
Date: 2001-05-06 09:38 pm (UTC)I remember seeing King Kong returns awhile back, and thinking it was okay. It was definitly better than that piece of crap they called Godzilla(1998).
Re: the mummy returns
Date: 2001-05-07 10:55 am (UTC)Re: the mummy returns
Date: 2001-05-07 03:29 pm (UTC)*cackles*
Re: the mummy returns
Date: 2001-05-08 03:45 am (UTC)Side note: Wonder what coyote thinks of us having a little talk on his journal... I mean it has nothing to do with what he has said or anything like that.
Re: the mummy returns
Date: 2001-05-08 03:46 am (UTC)Re: the mummy returns
Date: 2001-05-08 10:46 am (UTC): (
Re: the mummy returns
Date: 2001-05-08 01:34 pm (UTC)speaking for coyote
Date: 2001-05-08 10:46 am (UTC)ecola
Humm
Date: 2001-05-08 10:18 am (UTC)Coyote says...
Date: 2001-05-08 02:10 pm (UTC)ecola spews...
Date: 2001-05-08 05:17 pm (UTC)_
Re: ecola spews...
Date: 2001-05-12 01:55 pm (UTC)Damn Ecola
Date: 2001-05-08 07:38 pm (UTC)your journal is missing...
Date: 2001-05-08 09:59 pm (UTC)Re: your journal is missing...
Date: 2001-05-09 10:04 pm (UTC)cookies....
Date: 2001-05-11 01:20 am (UTC): (
Coyote says...
Date: 2001-05-09 10:04 pm (UTC)but!
Date: 2001-05-09 10:31 pm (UTC)"why ecola is such a frickin saint!"
besides, the "why ecola should be killed" section would take days to write
ecola
Just to be annoying
Date: 2001-05-10 06:09 pm (UTC)