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October 20, 2012:

HIP

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Well, dear readers, I must write these here notes in a hurry because she of the Evil Eye will be here all too soon. I think yesterday was a fairly nice day, although I can’t really remember much about it, even though it was just a short time ago. That is because I am seriously overtired due to way too little sleep this entire week. I don’t seem to be able to fall asleep before two and today I was up at six because I was up at six yesterday and my mind must have been in the six mode. I fell back asleep by six-thirty and was up at ten. I had two telephonic conversations, the first from friend Brad Bennett who told me the sad news that his partner of fifty-something years had passed away last Sunday – he was in his mid-eighties, so a nice, long life, and what a life his partner had – the assistant director and then producer Hank Moonjean, who worked on any number of well-known films throughout the 1960s and 1970s. Then I had a long telephonic conversation with Miss Kay Cole, after which I answered e-mails and did some work on the computer, printed out some orders, and then finally left the home environment to do some errands and whatnot. I picked up some shipping boxes we ordered, but no important envelope – that hopefully will show up today. I always prefer it show up on Friday, but it’s been hit and miss these past few weeks. After that, I gave the motor car a well-needed bath and now it looks quite spiffy and shiny. Then I came back home.

I then finessed the three songs I wrote for what will be the final season two episode of Outside The Box – I finally got the end section right on the third song – that took quite a while. Then I got ready for dining out, then did more work on the computer and the dear reader ChasSmith arrived and we moseyed on over to The Smoke House in the Bank of Bur where we met Sami and Sarah Staitman and their mom, Karen. Dear reader ChasSmith was delighted with the restaurant – very old fashioned, the kind that goes in and out of style every few months, depending on the whims of the young and what they perceive as hip, as if anybody gave a flying Wallenda what they think is hip. Hip is knowing what you like and being loyal – they, of course, have an entirely different definition of hip which, in my book, makes them anything but hip. I’m hip, baby. And so were all the diners at The Smoke House.

Of course, we began with the garlic cheese bread and everyone was properly impressed by it (none of them had eaten there before). Sami and Sarah gobbled up many pieces and we ordered a second batch. I normally have the combination seafood Louis (crab and shrimp) but apparently they don’t do that anymore, so instead I had the medium cut of prime rib and some creamed spinach, along with a small cup of their fantasmic clam chowder. Sami split a full rack of baby back ribs with her mom – and boy did Sami clean her plate so they must have been great. Sarah ordered a Monte Cristo sandwich – I’d told her to try one of their signature dishes, and when her sandwich arrived and she tasted it, she wished she had listened, as the Monte Cristo was not to her liking. I let her taste my prime rib, which was to her liking, so when our waitress came back (a fifty year veteran of The Smoke House) I told her that Sarah didn’t like her sandwich, so the waitress just removed it immediately and brought Sarah the small cut of prime rib, which she really liked. We had lots of fun conversation and the girls were in especially high spirits and I think dear reader ChasSmith had a good time. He had what I almost had (and which I’ve never had in all my years of going there) – the cheeseburger. He said it was great, so I’m definitely going to have it next time. Because Sarah and I had the prime rib we both got a piece of carrot cake with our meal. So, we passed one of them on to ChasSmith and we ordered two crème brulees, which were just grand and a perfect end to a wonderful meal.

Then the Staitmans went on their merry way, and we came back to my house and ChasSmith went on his merry way and I, exhausted, sat on my couch like so much fish. I put on the Blu and Ray of The Spy Who Loved Me, which I’d never seen, and promptly fell asleep for forty minutes. Then I had to listen to two upcoming projects, so that was enjoyable. Then it was time to write these here notes, and so I began these here notes and here we are at the end of section one. Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because she of the Evil Eye will be here all too soon and I dearly need some beauty sleep.

Today shall hopefully mostly be a ME day. I will start writing the contextual commentary, and I will hopefully pick up some packages and an important envelope, do some banking, maybe jog, eat something light but amusing (I may just rustle up something here, or maybe I’ll go out), and then relax.

Tomorrow, I’ve just been invited to some jazz charity event and I may end up going if I’m feeling rested. Monday I see Dr. Chew and I have many other things to do, Tuesday I’m seeing The Book of Mormon, and the rest of the week is filled with meetings and meals, errands and whatnot, a work session with the musical director and finalizing casting on the next two episodes of Outside The Box. These would be so easy to cast in New York, but here, man, are they hard because I need at least one person in them to be somewhat known. Once I know who that person is, the rest falls into place quickly and I can use friends and people I like.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, write, maybe jog, hopefully pick up some packages and an important envelope, eat and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What is your favorite pasta dish? What pasta dish was the best you ever had and where was it? And what pasta dishes do you like to make at home, and feel free to share recipes. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to know that I am hip, baby, without even trying.

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