Russell & Kimmy

So Kimberly finally turned 28; despite much dread and trepidation. Now I am no expert on women but evidently birthdays get worse as you get older. To remind Kimmy that she is still sweet, loveable, and smoking hot, I decided to go all out and make her birthday enjoyable. I wined her, dined her, shower her with flowers; and since our apartment is usually a wreck I decided the best place to do this was some where else. I must confess that I am a bit of a wet blanket when it comes to picking restaurants. I prefer something safe and timid when it comes to food; and since this birthday was all about wow I had to enlist a little bit of help from Alev and Phillip at work. The restaurant recommendation I decided to go with was Roy’s down on east 2nd street. The only complaint I have about Roy’s was getting there, but that was really Mapquest’s fault for not realizing that Austin likes to name their streets multiple times and that Cesar Chavez is also 1st street … damn you Mapquest for failing to anticipate Austin’s quirkiness.

I can’t remember what Kimmy had, I blame the $50 bottle of wine, but I remember every exquisite bite of what I had while ogling Kimmy. The salad was a Japanese pear, sliced on lettuce with some sort of caramelized nut and vinaigrette dressing; delicious. The main course was a sirloin served with some sort of mustard and wasabi; very delicious and sadly not big enough. Desert was a chocolate soufflé which was pretty good, but I am going to go out on a limb and say the steak was better. The service was excellent, the mood was nice and I left a lot poorer and in a really good mood. So two thumbs up to Roy’s I liked it.

Ahh my narcissistic ramblings bubble forth like Champaign, giddy and full of life; plus I survived the wedding. Ahh the wedding, nothing illustrates the sexual divide like a wedding. The wedding was beautiful and for the most part went off without a hitch, since the grass fire never actually really threatened the house I feel fair in discounting it as a problem… plus mom didn’t know about it at the time so out of sight and out of mind. The bride looked happy and beautiful, well of course she was beautiful … she is related to me, the groom looked excited and the family had a grand ole time. The only complaint I had about the wedding was the heat, and since anything above 76 degrees is hot … most people just ignored me. The reception followed at a nice little place called Angel Springs. It wasn’t too far away from the church and cozily held all the guests. There was dancing, drinking, feasting and the terrifying of the groom’s family with the Klein’s’ rendition of Red Neck Woman. But most importantly the wedding is over and Kimmy gets to relax and breathe a sigh of relief … well at least until planning for the next wedding ramps up but that isn’t for a few months.

I wish I could relax, actually I wish I could get fired and become a professional bum but so far have had no such luck. At any rate I should probably wait till Kimmy actually has a job before quitting our only stable form of income. But if I was lucky enough to get canned I have lots that I would like to do; i.e. play video games all day. First, after I got burned out playing video games all day, I would mod the snot out of my computer case. Sure I have a nice aluminum case but it doesn’t scream Baroque quite the way I would like. Second, I would get Corey elected to the Senate, not for the good or evil he could accomplish, but to get January 8th recognized as a national holiday once again; take that England and poverty. Third, I would find out how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop, mainly out of sheer curiosity. And lastly I would finish reading Nietzsche’s Beyond Good and Evil. I haven’t quite decided if I like Nietzsche as a philosopher or if I loathe him … but regardless of what I decide there is no denying that he was clever; even though he likes to take pot shots at Kant. It took me at least a good two days to wrap my head around the first chapter, and I need to go back and re-read it just to be sure that I truly understand it, that is the problem with Nietzsche … each time I re-read him I ponder something new. Curse my flabby mind, why couldn’t it have grown exponentially like my belly instead of shrinking?