Oh. My. Goodness.
I’m convinced I’ve found the mecca of all good things, and it’s name is Cinetopia.
Conveniently located where? Less than 10 miles from my house. It could have been anywhere. Georgia, for instance. But it’s not in Georgia. It’s by my house. Any place you can watch a movie in overstuffed italian leather recliners while you hear everything in surround sound, drink a glass of Opus One and munch on fine european fruits and cheeses has to be amazing. Must go soon. See what The Oregonian had to say about it here.
August 2005
Monthly Archive
August 31, 2005
August 18, 2005
Death blows. It takes people you like to be around and makes it so you can’t be around them anymore. Nellie and I both had one within our families this last week, one day apart. Neither were immediate family, but the hurt is there nonetheless. Nellie’s grandfather passed away on Monday, and my great-aunt on Tuesday.
August 8, 2005
So, when you’re sitting down at one of your favorite haunts and you see a small white mouse run across the floor, you naturally speak up. When the waitress says “Oh, you mean you haven’t seen them in here before?” you have two choices:
1. Run, don’t walk, out the door
2. Size up the situation and convince yourself that the last Scotch Egg you had was really just egg and sausage.
Decision made. I’ll take another Gorby’s please, Jill.
August 8, 2005
64 days from now, I will get on a plane and fly to Texas. I won’t see anyone I know or love for 7 weeks. There will be no Nellie, no Evergreen, no hand drums and no happy hour specials. On the upside though, there will be 6-mile runs at 0430 hours, pushups till I puke, people screaming in my face and bad food, albeit free bad food. Life will become radically different overnight. How will I react? Tough to say. It’s definitely starting to become a reality now instead of something I’ll be doing….sometime. These next 2 months are filled with so many things I need to do, people I need to see one last time, experiences I need to have. How do I fit it all in?
August 7, 2005
Why can’t I blog? I’ve discovered I think more in my head now, but can’t articulate it through my fingers. And I’ve been grumpy too.
