Springing forward kicked my ass, as well as the asses of all those with whom I live. For not being able to get out of bed this morning, we did alright, getting ready for school/work. As expected, the atomic clock in our kitchen did not reset itself, contributing even further to the my sense of discombobulation.
Friday night: started reading the second book in Donna Leon's Commissario Brunetti series, Death in a Strange Country. Immediately engaging, I felt like I was being reacquainted with old friends. Also, I absolutely marveled at how quickly I was able to read sixty pages (a little over an hour), where it has taken me a week to read as many pages in The Omnivore's Dilemma.
Saturday: Woke up to a barfing child (Simon) so spent most of the day housebound, but I got to do some puttering. John and I had a date on Saturday night, which started at Cheapo, where I picked up the Daktaris' Soul Explosion. The Daktaris are on the Daptone label and are self-described as “a well-disciplined army of two hundred African Bull Elephants marching relentlessly up your business to the beat from Funky Drummer. With an arsenal ranging from barking baritone sax and clarinet, to eerily winding flute and melodica, the Daktaris’ notion of horns pumps out an encyclopedia of dark, enormous African melodies over an ocean of pounding funk syncopations, reminiscent of the great Fela Kuti” from the liner notes. I also picked up the Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs' ep, Is Is. John selected the Pretenders first album (a nostalgic pick), some Allman Brothers, Alice in Chains, I know, his musical tastes are even more all-over-the-place than mine. Just one of the many reasons why I love him.
Then we had dinner at The Strip Club, a new St. Paul restaurant from the Town Talk Diner guys. I think the restaurant has a lot of potential, but I’m worried that all the rave reviews it’s getting will allow them to rest on their laurels. The Strip Club is fun and hip and has an uncomplicated menu with solid food (just a few execution problems is all), but their wine list needs some attention. You can read more about our experience and meal here. For the unexpectedly lovely view of downtown St. Paul and the small plates, it’s worth the trip.
Sunday: We had friends over for brunch, bagels and mimosas mostly, and then had a thoroughly enjoyable, restful afternoon. I blogged and read blogs and played a card game (There’s a Moose in the House) with Simon and tinkered in the kitchen (big pot of very spicy chili). Because the day had such a restorative effect, I was able to stay awake reading until an absolutely unreasonable hour (1 a.m.) on a school night. John went out with friends last night, further enabling me to stay up late. They lifted a glass in Gary Gygax’s memory. I’m not joking. I love my (former) D&D geek.
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