October 24th, 2016

dragons got fangs!

Wretched excess

1. Was at the liquor store buying my s-i-l a 70th birthday present. The Vintages section has upped their game. Everything is now either under $30 or over a hundred. This includes a 1989 wine for $6000, which I can't even.

2. No, sorry, not going to weep for Sheri S. Tepper. She's the one had a gay character in one of her mysteries insist that the U.S. gov't should have set up isolation camps for AIDS-infected people right at the start and then this thing wouldn't have got out of hand.

3. Pauper's Pub no longer has $6 martinis on Mondays but they do have them at a discount, and it's still Monday and I still ache, so in spite of Monday morning resolutions (Monday mornings my weight has always dropped to a satisfying low, and then a kilo+ returns by mid-week) I went and had two cosmopolitans, and in between concluded that food might not be a bad idea, and their fries were discounted as well, so I ordered those. 'Gravy or mayonnaise?' asks my server. Oh, mayonnaise! Wretched, wretched mistake, as Eliza Bennett said. But friet met mayonaise are so 80s to me, encountered on I-forget-which trip to Amsterdam (86? 88?). And I remember vividly trying to get them in Tokyo- fries from MOSburger and the thing the Japanese call mayonnaise from Lawson's. An approximation at best, but consoling.