I am clean.

Today I run some errands and go to work for a few hours because my life is too exciting. Can't you tell?

Last night I had a dream that Andrew and I became bank robbers in period clothes of the Edwardian era (please...I know that is weird) and eventually we got caught and the police were trying to get me to rat him out and possibly reduce my sentence. The truly awful part is I thought about it for a minute. Thankfully I realized I couldn't sell my boyfriend out just to save my own ass. Even if I wasn't the one who was waving the gun about telling people to give us their money.

Last night Mr. Jenner and I had a funny conversation about relationships, "psycho girl shit", and all of that good stuff. I explained that for girls, relationships are much like road trips. You sort of have this internal schedule that you created way before you even met the person you are with and there is a part of you that wants to stay on schedule and yet it is difficult explaining that to the other person who may be enjoying the view. The girl may be thinking, (stick with me and my road trip metaphors) "What are we doing in California? We need to be in Albuquerque on Tuesday? We are never going to make it there. I want to be there on Tuesday, otherwise how ever are we going to make New Orleans on Thursday. I also planned on going to Tennessee for the weekend. Doesn't he know I have a plan." The guy is probably thinking, "but wait...the World's biggest ball of twine." The girl doesn't care about the world's biggest ball of twine. That is nifty but dammit she wants to be in Albuquerque on Tuesday."
So one must remind the other, "hey...this is my general plan." The other must remind the other, "to enjoy the moment."
But one mustn't stick to the plan always and the other must not linger in the moment too much otherwise you end up stagnant and a funny smell somewhere in the car that you can't quite place.

Yeah.

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I will review my insane meal later tonight after work. Picture this: Euro-trash, Tango dancers, loud music, and me with a lot of meat.

Now today's pretty picture is dedicated to sarahparah
A scene from The BandWagon

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My friend Meighan sucks and rocks all at once.
Today she met Carson from Queer Eye.
Lucky bitch.

I think she and I need to get together for sugar and other fun stuff very soon. *makes a mental note to call her*


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Work was workish.

I need some food.

Miss Gennie loves to eat and make made passionate love. She also likes scrabble.

Last night Mr. Jenner, a friend of ours and I went to the Buenos Aires Grille. Lord did we ever eat. It was crowded and we arrived at just the right time and we acquired a table in the bar. It was kind of funny when one of the girls asked us in a beautiful spanish accent, "you're atleast twenty one right?" and didn't even ask for our I.D. which seems to be the norm on the Eastside. We nodded and off we went.
We looked through the leather-bound menu and discussed many possibilities. Argentine fried cheese, fries, filet mignon, pork chops. Everything!
We settled on sharing a pecada which is essentially like an antipasto platter. There are a few different kinds of meat, cheeses, pickles, olives and sort of green salad in the middle for everyone to pick at.
Everyone eats on wooden plates and it is kind of a communal experience with your dining companions. We sat and talked about people while grazing the starter. Along with the starter we had a very soft bread with two kinds of salsa. One is spicy and the other a chimichurri sauce which is made up of lime, garlic and cilantro. I adored that on the bread. We had lots of water and I was addicted to the mojito I had. Though I wish the lime had been mottled in a more complete fashion. I like being able to taste the mint and citrus flavor more then the sugar. It didn't stop me from getting tipsy.
When it becomes busy the service can suffer but the wait is definitely worth it. This is the restaurant for those fashioning the Atkins Diet.
We have been here before and had the filet mignon and the lamb with rosemary. It was time to try more dishes.
Mr. Jenner chose the Milanesa which was a breaded steak with eggs on top (gaucho style steak) and fries. I suggested the meal to him. It would suit his English palate. Our friend who is keen on low-carb foods decided to have the Pollo al limo (chicken and lemon) and she found it to be incredibly moist, many flavors and she felt pleasantly full afterward but not stuffed like the chicken.
They serve many of the meals on table-side grills that are heated with coals. It creates a cozy atmosphere and a very earthy attitude when taking things off of the grille.
I decided to go for broke. I had the Parrillada. Which is so obscene I felt like a Roman. I felt the meal should have come with a vomitorium. It is an assortment of meats and you eat until you say, "no-mas" and you can't take home any in a doggie bag. They give you a number of different cuts of meat, sausage and you are given a large steak knife and told to go at it.
Sinful in so many ways. I tasted so many different flavors I became dizzy. The meat wasn't overly spicy but you could taste so many things. Some meat had a crunchy coating and the steak was so delicate and soft inside it felt like satin on the tongue. Oh I was just in the right mood. At the same time the tango dancers were performing and they dance through the restaurant. A sort of fun live entertainment. They have different outfits and sometimes they dance with some of the regular customers. One is often caught up in whoopi of the moment. At the bar there are Euro-trash girls who sport Donatella Versace blonde hair, South American figures and Manolo Blahnik and Jimmy Choo shoes. They chain smoke and drink colorful cocktails. Behind me were two elderly gay gentlemen one who looked like an Asian Elvis impersonator. It is a place of personality and movement.
I have had dessert here and they have not impressed me all that much. I admit I have been having dreams about coconut cream pie. Specifically the pie that the Tom Douglas Restaurants serve. We wandered down the street to the Dahlia lounge for a slice of coconut cream pie and coffee. Oh it was perfection. Large toasted flakes of coconut, the vanilla pudding filling and the rich buttery pastry.
A girl can never have too much!
After the lovely Friday night experience we parted company and came home and acted silly.


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Tonight I am watching the original version of A Star is Born with Janet Gaynor and Fredric March. It will prove to be very depressing so I may watch The Thin Man instead. I need some Myrna Loy/William Powell wit and candor.
One can only have so much of "I am Mrs. Norman Maine."