it's slow typing with 9 fingers

[derien]

My ring finger has now gotten decidedly swollen and rather purple, so I should make this brief.



In Cambridge and surrounds news:

I'm happy to report that the Pu Pu Hot Pot still lives up to their reputation, "Terrible name, great food."

Also that matushan is still the wittiest, sweetest and funky-dancinest linguist that I know. :) Conversation with her is always fun and edifying.

The new MIT building looks like a tribute to Dr. Suess - I love it!

The Garment District and Grand Opening are still cool places to go. (It is wonderful to go to a sex toys store with your friends and have it be all full of normal-looking people and staffed by pleasant women who are happy to answer questions about the toys.)

We didn't hit the Harvard bookstore after all, it slipped by the wayside, but went to Border's intending to get a drink and, erm, I'm sure you can guess where that led. And after I was so good at the used bookstore.

(I didn't get them, but Border's has new editions of Oz books!! Only the first 3 so far. They're paperback, but they DO have the lovely illustrations! Somehow I must aquire these.)

I was very aquisitional, yesterday. I now have 2 new skirts (a stolidly dependable black not-too-mini-mini and a charcoal pleated wrap around), a spiderweb shirt (to match my spiderweb tights), a green tank top (to go under see-through shirts), red and purple tights (to go under fishnets or spiderweb tights), a red wig (I have wanted a red wig for ages, so I put that on and wore it through Border's, Peet's Coffeean Grand Opening - what a dork, yeah. :)).

eor got "Nova," by Samual R. Delany, and a trade paperback with 3 of Edgar Rice Burroughs Martian stories. I couldn't resist a small hardback (only $5, new!) of "Pride and Prejudice." Afrai's recent posts on Austin made me realize I've never read any. And this edition is so-dam-cute.:)

And I'm sure I've forgotten something.

Shalimar of India has redesigned themselves and are now less gaudy and more upscale, but the food is still good. The new wait staff is cute, but we kind of missed the older dude who used to remember people's drink orders. Also, they've piped the hot water into the toilets! That is such an odd sensation - a hot toilet.



We arrived at ManRay a little early and were let in free - there was an art opening going on. We discussed with Charles (who is a fixture at ManRay) what the naked, black-haired and grey-winged angel in the painting "The Annunciation" might be doing, doubled over holding the back of his knee. "Auto-fellatio?" Charles suggested. However, matushan pointed out that you could glimpse the angel's groinal area, and he didn't seem to have any parts, there. Mary was wearing a dress that looked as though it would make more sense on Joan of Arc (or a Puritan, perhaps? Full skirt, close 3/4 sleeves), to me, and the stone barn she was standing in front of looked more that era, too. She held her skirt scooped below an image of a blue baby. ("Jesus needs to be spanked," said Charles.)

If there's any explanation for why Crowley appeared nude to tell some chick she had a glowey blue baby coming I'd like to hear it.

ManRay is still rather lame for a place which takes it's reputation so seriously. We left after a half-hour stretch of completely undanceable music. However, we had alredy danced for an hour and a half, and that lacey chain-mail skirt proved to be the perfect dance accoutrement. :)




I had thought the cab seekers were so thick on th ground because lots of people had gone out to drink after the Sox game, but eor says that's normal for a Saturday night in Boston. Commentary inside our car (as we were trying to navigate this mess to get matushan back to the YWCA at 1:30AM) went something like this:

"Are you sure he's looking for a cab? He might have cut his hand and be holding it up so it will stop bleeding." "Sure - stop and take me to the hospital. Or somewhere."

"Yell some more guy, it might help." *imitating rowdy drunk guy voice* "You picked up those two girls! Let me in, too!"

"This girl's doing a little dance and a semiphore wave."

"This guy thinks if he throws himself in front of some car perhaps they'll stop and take him to the hospital. Or somewhere." (He very nearly managed to get himself run down by us with his leaping tactic.)

"This guy is trying the tactic of just staring them down." *imitating nearly catatonic drunk guy voice* "Maybe if I keep looking at it... Why is that car still not a cab? Why was I standing here again? It had something to do with cars. Am I looking for my car? Where's my car? Is this black one mine?" (we were stopped at an intersection and had plenty of time to observe this guy, standing very solidly in the road, stare intently at a number of cars, both in traffic and parked.)


Well, that wasn't at all brief. I've long since given up even using my left hand to type at all, so this post is taking for-freakin-ever, and the roast is probably done.

Oops, overdone.

Comments

[beowabbit]

I really like Pu Pu Hot Pot. When I worked at MIT I had lunch there fairly often. It suffers from the disadvantage of being only a block or so from Mary Chung’s, so it probably doesn’t get as much attention as it deserves.

Loved the drunks hailing cabs bit!

[derien.livejournal.com]

The first time I saw Pu Pu Hot Pot I was unaccountably drawn to the name - I knew I had to eat there. It's kind of like my attraction to eating/drinking things which are blue or green. I'm a kid at heart. :)

[cygny.livejournal.com]

Seems like the weekend was lovely ^_^

But what happened to your hand?

[derien.livejournal.com]

fell downstairs and reached out to catch myself. ;P