Well, dear readers, it was a rather calm day at work yesterday. We are now without an editor until next Monday (the editor who I was working with is on vacation for two weeks, and his replacement couldn’t start until Monday), so things are somewhat quiet. Of course, next Monday things will, most likely, get nutty again, even more so than before.
Our very own WEL castigated me yesterday for responding to someone on another board – someone who’d been dissing our very own Juliana. I would not have responded to the disser if he’d just posted once – it was because he felt it necessary to do it twice that irked me. I know one isn’t supposed to respond to trolls, but I suppose when I am irked I simply do so – albeit, hopefully with humor. It’s fine to not like her journal or even her – once. More than that is unfair and I will be there to defend her every single time. That is my nature and no matter how hard we may try we cannot change our natures. If someone on that same board came on and dissed WEL I would be there to defend him as well, or as WEL. Or any other dear reader. That is my nature. And no matter how hard we may try we cannot change our natures.
So, in addition to replacing all the air conditioning stuff, I also had to replace the regulator on my plumbing system – this will hopefully take care of some water-pressure issues I have been having. Luckily, I asked about the pressure, which enabled him to check the regulator – because if we’d let it go another month even it would have exploded because a key part had rusted through and broken. So, even though it was another five hundred bucks, it gives me a little peace of mind or, at the very least, a little piece of mind.
Last night our very own Nick Redman and myself attended Miss Melissa Errico’s nightclub act at Feinstein’s at the Cinegrill. Before we get to Miss Errico, may we just discuss the club? We may, and we shall. I do not like the club. I found the layout and design to be annoying. I didn’t love the old Cinegrill, but it was a friendly room – the new Cinegrill is fancy-shmancy and not friendly at all. Another thing that is not friendly is the tariff. They are simply making it so expensive that people who would really enjoy seeing a show like Miss Errico’s are precluded from doing so. Let me just say this: For Nick and I each having braised chicken in some kind of hose sauce (hosein or hoisen or whoosis or something), me having a salad (lobster cobb – the smallest “salad” I have ever seen – it was a small lump of chopped lettuce with one tiny piece of lobster sitting atop it as if it were getting a suntan), Nick having two beers and me having two Diet Cokes, the bill, with tip, came to approximately $180.00. That did, of course, include the cover charge, although after the show I wanted to take the cover home and couldn’t find it. I mean, if one is going to pay a cover charge one should get the cover, shouldn’t one? In any case, it was all worth it because Miss Melissa Errico was splendidly splendid, in wonderful voice, and her band was aces. Practically everything was from her album, and the most lovely moment in the show was the Rodgers and Hart song, He Was Too Good to Me. The other highlight for me was Bill Evans’ marvelous Turn Out the Stars which, it turns out, is included on the Japanese version of her album. There were quite a few people from Miss Errico’s agency and Miss Errico’s label in attendance – and the ubiquitous Marilyn and Alan Bergman were also there. Miss Melissa Errico has one more show, tonight, so if you’re in the nabe, do try and catch it. And don’t forget – insist that you get a cover for your cover charge.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below, because soon I must hie myself to the Oaks of Sherman where I shall work all the livelong day.
I’ve been a very good boy, Ben and Jerry-wise – I’ve been limiting myself to once-a-week Ben and Jerry rewards. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too? Just in time for having my air conditioning unit fixed, the temperatures have been cooling off. Go know.
Wasn’t that a rambling paragraph? I feel that paragraph rambled. I feel there was little point to that paragraph and that it rambled beyond any usefulness. It just rambled on in a rambling fasion (pedal pushers, angora sweater and yellow flats). Sometimes that happens – it’s known as Rambling on in a Rambling Fashion, and it is quite prevalent in certain newspapers in key cities all over the country.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must work all the livelong day, I must lunch, I must be jovial and jocular, not necessarily in that order, I must have pith and wit or, at the very least, with and pit. In short, I must amscray. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me your excellent questions. However, it’s also Ask Dear Reader Day, the day in which you get to ask any dear reader your excellent questions. I shall do my best to answer whatever you ask, during the day within our posts for the day. So, ask away, and let’s have lots of posts, loads of lovely posts for my mental delectation.