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May 02, 2007

A Brief Escape

Still no new news on the goddamn fucking house front. But everyone who said we should take the offer and run? You're right, and we will. My dear PKB is going house-hunting with me today, and she doesn't even mind that I'm too sad to be bothered with putting on real clothes. She just might take me house-hunting in my pajamas. That's a friend.

In another case of impeccable timing, my equally dear Kristina has interviewed me. And her questions are wonderful, pure fantasy and good times, which is what I desperately need right now. Well, that and a glass of wine and some Klonopin. Anyway, let's escape while we continue the long, constant wait for the real estate agent's call.

1. B.'s birthday gift to you this year is a hot night with one of these guys: Jeff Tweedy, Jack White, Tyler "Sweaty Boy" Florence, or Anthony Bourdain. No strings, no guilt, just...fun. Whom do you pick and why?

B.'s the most awesome guy in the world, if he did that. Honestly, I'm not really into Jeff and Jack in "that" way. As much as I dig musicians, I'm not really that attracted to them. I'd much rather hang out with them and talk. Besides, as much as I love Jeff and Jack, I think they'd be too whiny and self-involved.

So that brings us to the chefs, which makes this a hard one because chefs are totally hot. While Anthony's so damn hot, he's a little too arrogant (which is funny because that's what I like about him). He could very well be the type who takes care of himself and that's that. So it's definitely Tyler. He's got bonus points for having written this not-safe-for-work article. His answer to question #4 pretty much seals the deal. Yep, Sweaty Boy it is.

Boy, that took my mind off real estate.

2. It's the last day on Earth. What do you eat and drink for dinner?

I think I'd start the day with all the super-rare, expensive delicacies: black truffles, 100-year-old balsamic vinegar, caviar, sweetbreads, and such. And really, really fabulous wine, of course. But I'd want to close the day with all my favorite comfort foods: my granny's noodles, your Aunt Louise's marinara, watermelon, chicken tikka masala made by my Indian former boss, my ma's fried chicken and mashed potatoes and gravy, veggie pizza from Shakespeare's, those little dim sum sweet red bean dumplings and a giant All Shook Up concrete from Ted Drewes, about a pound of Maytag blue cheese. Washed down with sweet tea.

3. Since I am unoriginal but interested, what's your best concert experience?

So many. The November, 2001 U2 show was a fantastic experience, what with the camping out. Also, during "Sunday Bloody Sunday", I think I came to terms with 9/11 and it was such a powerful moment. U2 in Vegas was amazing, too. Wilco at the Pageant in March, 2006, was fun and moving and reassuring when I needed some reassurance in a big way. And those pregnant White Stripes shows were so much fun and so surreal.

4. We're going back to Memphis (seriously, we need to!). What would we do this time?

We're going to the goddamn Memphis Rock and Soul Museum, because this time we won't have a traveling companion who bitches about the price of admission, only to spend twice that amount at Hot fucking Topic two hours later! Aside from that, I think we need to go off the beaten path this time. Go to Sunday services at Full Gospel Tabernacle and have lunch afterwards at Four-Way Grill. This, of course, after a night of hitting clubs and bars off the tourist path. Gotta end the trip with banana pudding on the banks of the Mississippi, though. That's a must. And this time, we will be staying at the Peabody.

5. If you could live in a novel, which one would it be?
One that has absolutely no drama at all whatsoever. And one with stable housing.

Posted by Robin at May 2, 2007 10:17 AM

Comments

I'll be with you two in spirit today...

I dug this line from Sweaty Boy, "I've since learned that cooks are like misfit poets—they travel the globe to learn from world-class chefs, they're socially unacceptable, and they work with their hands."

Yeah, the White Stripes shows were tits. And Elephant is just so fucking great. So glad we got to do that while Coco was the size of a bean!

That sounds like an awesome trip to Memphis. If we ever get to do it again, pkb must come too! And Sarah can meet us there from Nashville...wish I could have some of that naner pudding right now.

Posted by: Exena at May 2, 2007 01:08 PM

Oh for chrissakes! Or is it "chrissake"?
Why do the housing gods play with you?!
I am ALWAYS up for house hunting, if it's on the weekend. Love, love, love going into strangers' houses and seeing how they live. Maybe a little stalker-esque, but still, it's fun.
Heh, there's a 3 bedroom down the street for sale. Lemme do a little Internet stalking and see if it's up to Poppy standards.
I saw so many poppy quilts in Paducah Saturday, btw, as well as frumpy middle-aged women and MORE bikers! WTF?

Posted by: allison at May 2, 2007 06:08 PM

House hunting in pajamas? That sounds ultra-cool. Uber-cool, even.

Throw in a chocolate malt and the outing may even qualify as being "tits." (See above.) I have no idea what that means, but I like it.

I'm totally tits!

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Posted by: Summer at May 3, 2007 03:55 PM