The Louis Pasteur of Junkiedom (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} calamityjon) wrote,@ 2008-07-18 08:23:00 |
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On Tuesday, my wonderful wife surprised me by arranging a dinner party at an Italian Fusion joint in Fremont, surreptitiously inviting some of my friends to meet us there.
(The place was interesting, it felt like a cross between the living room of a person who just didn't give a flying fuck anymore and wore sweatpants and sandals everywhere they went, including - and especially - jury duty AND the sweltering surface of Venus. The food however was stunning, and you certainly can't complain about the company)
Also waiting for me at the restaurant were presents (hooray), not the least of which was a hand-sculpted Jeremy figurine cast by fellow Ape-Lawyer and recently relocated re-Seattlite Justin Ison. Justin has dramatically raised the birthday stakes.
The full photoset is located here.
Adam Watson also got me, among other things, a set of Russian Nesting Dolls, about which I am mightily torn - they're unpainted blanks, meaning it's all up to me to come up with some theme around which to paint the fellas. Stay tuned for the inevitable LiveJournal Poll ...
The last gift I received was an unwrapped bottle of Olive Oil from our own Famous Mark. I legitimately did not realize that it was a gift for me, until well after we'd left the restaurant and Mark handed me the bottle with a "you forgot this" expression. I was thinking "The BALLS on this guy, he just stole their olive oil!" In my defense, giving a bottle of olive oil as a gift in the environment of an Italian restaurant is sort of like giving a single set of silverware or a pair of filled salt and pepper shakers, inasmuch as they are chameleon gifts which blend perfectly into their surroundings. "I got you a folded linen napkin, I put it under your fork and knife so it wouldn't get lost," you know?
Still, I feel like a schmuck for not realizing that it was a gift and making the guy sit there for an hour and a half thinking that I didn't like it. I really did like it, Mark, I swear! I drank a big glassful of it as soon as I got home, it was delicious!
(The place was interesting, it felt like a cross between the living room of a person who just didn't give a flying fuck anymore and wore sweatpants and sandals everywhere they went, including - and especially - jury duty AND the sweltering surface of Venus. The food however was stunning, and you certainly can't complain about the company)
Also waiting for me at the restaurant were presents (hooray), not the least of which was a hand-sculpted Jeremy figurine cast by fellow Ape-Lawyer and recently relocated re-Seattlite Justin Ison. Justin has dramatically raised the birthday stakes.
The full photoset is located here.
Adam Watson also got me, among other things, a set of Russian Nesting Dolls, about which I am mightily torn - they're unpainted blanks, meaning it's all up to me to come up with some theme around which to paint the fellas. Stay tuned for the inevitable LiveJournal Poll ...
The last gift I received was an unwrapped bottle of Olive Oil from our own Famous Mark. I legitimately did not realize that it was a gift for me, until well after we'd left the restaurant and Mark handed me the bottle with a "you forgot this" expression. I was thinking "The BALLS on this guy, he just stole their olive oil!" In my defense, giving a bottle of olive oil as a gift in the environment of an Italian restaurant is sort of like giving a single set of silverware or a pair of filled salt and pepper shakers, inasmuch as they are chameleon gifts which blend perfectly into their surroundings. "I got you a folded linen napkin, I put it under your fork and knife so it wouldn't get lost," you know?
Still, I feel like a schmuck for not realizing that it was a gift and making the guy sit there for an hour and a half thinking that I didn't like it. I really did like it, Mark, I swear! I drank a big glassful of it as soon as I got home, it was delicious!
