The Super Fabulous Cashmere-Covered Salt-n-Pepa Dr. Monkey

I had a good weekend. Oh. Yes.

Last Tuesday (if I may just back it up a bit), I picked up Dr. Monkey at the airport. Late. Snow in Minneapolis had caused a two hour + delay and his flight didn’t land at Logan until after 1am. We wearily made it to my apartment, where I deposited him, then I sneaked into my boyfriend’s house and curled up with him. The next morning brought the WORST weather ever. This isn’t usually a big deal as I have a Jeep and even the Barbie-Jeep can get around fine in crappy weather. I, however, had promised to lend my car to the good Dr. so that he could visit Rhode Island and old friends until Friday. The walks to the T from my place and then to work from the T were bad. Cold, slushy, and harrowing (so much slush and ice!).

Ugh. The Dr.’s visit was greatly improved when he returned Friday morning. We went into Bahston to run some very expensive errands, including a trip to Shreve, Crump & Lowe for his mom, a trip to Tiffany’s for me (purchased with my own money, I’ll have NO sugar-daddies…), and a trip to Neiman Marcus for him that was… Well, it was just WHOA. It yielded the softest Burberry scarf in existence. After we’d shopped ourselves silly, we went to the top of the hub for drinks and lunch. He had the ultimate martini (with TOMOLIVES, which are amazing olived-mini-tomatoes) and the salmon, and I had fruity chick drinks and the duck. Yum! We were rather tipsy by the time we departed, which was after 2:30. The wind almost knocked us down on many occasions, but the walk home under the influence of expensive cocktails and cashmere was much more pleasant.
Friday night we went to a little gallery in Inman Square to see the outcome of the pin-up calendar I was in. We met some friends and drank some wine and looked at photos of scantily clad women. You know, wholesome American fun. We ended up meeting a few friends of mine at a nearby place for drinks, but by the time they wanted to seat us for food it was after 11 and I just wanted to go home. Which we did.

Saturday was a day of much sloth. I made brunch at my place for the Dr., J and my man. We went bowling at Lanes & Games, which included many beers. And a game of lefty-candlepin bowling. And my man won every game, so you know, he sucks. The we came home and the Dr. went to visit some local relatives while the man and I ate some veggies and watched John Adams (awesome series, peeps!). Sunday I did a lot of movie watching with the Dr. We visited my friend A at her store and bought vitamins. Then I made us some vegetable soup because everyone likes the soup in the cold weather. I saw The Darjeeling Limited for the first time. I liked it. I’m not sure I need to own it (there’s an icky moment with Jason Schwartzman on the train and just YUK), but something wonderful and amazing that always strikes me about Wes Anderson movies is that he must be SO VERY MUCH a perfectionist. Or possibly OCD. Every single teeny tiny detail is so beautifully executed that you can be looking anywhere at anytime and get a different, but equally robust movie experience. What I mean is that I spent much of the time not looking at the ennui/sadness/melancholy of the very expressive faces of Schwartzman, Brody and Wilson, but looking at the super-saturated colors of the background, and I still was engaged at every moment. The wallpaper told me its own story. How often does THAT happen? And, I find it to be the same in The Royal Tenenbaums and Rushmore. Wow.
Where was I? Oh! For dinner last night (Sunday), we went out for Ethiopian food. I love the connection with the food that you get from eating with your hands, and off of a big plate on a small table along with your neighbors. The process is every bit as important as the taste of the food, and the taste was superb. Saucy chicken, tender lamb, spiced vegetables. Mmm. I could have done without the honey wine, though. It was far too sweet for me to enjoy with the food. I think a crisp, cold Trimbach or Pino Grigio would have been a better choice. Oh well, next time.

Anyway, this morning I bade a sleepy Dr. farewell. Tonight I look forward to a short rehearsal, some leftover soup, and watching the latest Harry Potter that just came in the mail.
Weeeeeeee!