I just got back from an awesome meal at a French restaurant during the course of which I got to watch a Swedish guy with prettier hair than Cindy Crawford order creme brulee with a lager. CLASS!
Summary of this week.
Plusgood: Arrival of our remaining belongings, including the very important bookshelves, from America
Ungood: Movers showing up two hours late, just as Marco's half-day off work was expiring
Plusgood: Seeing TOM WAITS that very same night.
Ungood: Security guards at Tom Waits show with big hard-ons for shining flashlights at people suspected of taking photographs with their dinky little camera phones.
Plusgood: Tom Waits: "Yeah, it's been 17 years [since he came to London]. How you doing? You look good. You know, there are three ages of man: youth, middle age, and you look good."
Ungood: The German guy next to me who sat like a stone through the entire concert. Hello, Hamburg, in serious need of an ass-pole extraction.
Plusgood: Our seats. Front row of the upper circle, totally unobstructed view of gnomish Tom Waits posturing, furtive sips from flasks of brandy not problematic.
Doubleplusgood: I HAVE SEEN TOM WAITS.
HI INTERNET! How you doing? You look good.