just home from bardonthebeach. right now fatima-it's-my-aniversary-budbud is getting into her car and driving away. as we were strolling away from monk mcqueen's arm in arm as we are wont to do, a man we were passing remarked that we were a lovely couple. i was distracted from noting this fully by our waitress running after us calling "miss!" because i left my sunglasses there. after we got that straightened out and continued on our way, fatima said "that man said we were a nice same sex couple." good eye palie.
momentary pause for rapturous back scratching implimented with back scratcher. i've become a back scratcher junkie. it feels so gooooooooood and gets eggzaktly the right spot the way no human hand or nail can do.
back to regularly scheduled programing: we ate early so there was no one else upstairs when we got there, but i felt i should say we had a reservation anyways, but felt foolish saying it nonetheless, but what if they were waiting for my reservation all night and i never came, but i had come only not told them. what then? it was quiet and light and had windows all around looking out into false creek. we sat just by an open door to the wrap around balcony. the hostess placed our white cloth napkins on our laps for us as we sat down. we had potato leek bread with roasted pepper butter. have no fear, the bread was warm so butter was allowed to bless it with it's presence. we had smoked salmon in a phyllo pastry to start. then we each got sablefish crusted with pistachio pesto over a creamy rissoto. delightful. the waitress warned us of the bones. either i ate mine, or there were none. however fatima pulled out quite a few long ones. there's no way i could eat bone and not know it. we talked about fatima sagas and laura sagas which are one single same saga. after dinner i was worried about the time and fatimas wasn't, which is typical. we fumbled our way to vanier park and to the tent for much ado. we found unclaimed seat at the side nearer the back beside lynn and carol after which i enjoyed a portapotty experience. yuckers. the play was very good. we enjoyed a lot. A LOT. benedict who's real name is something like andrew wheeler was good. and when i say good i mean quite enjoyable, ie. a well done jawb, that is to say i liked him. but there were many a good scene and good part. parts that only me and fatramjamji thought were quite funny: the slick boogie movies of the studly man-actors. forsooth i need to sleep.
momentary pause for rapturous back scratching implimented with back scratcher. i've become a back scratcher junkie. it feels so gooooooooood and gets eggzaktly the right spot the way no human hand or nail can do.
back to regularly scheduled programing: we ate early so there was no one else upstairs when we got there, but i felt i should say we had a reservation anyways, but felt foolish saying it nonetheless, but what if they were waiting for my reservation all night and i never came, but i had come only not told them. what then? it was quiet and light and had windows all around looking out into false creek. we sat just by an open door to the wrap around balcony. the hostess placed our white cloth napkins on our laps for us as we sat down. we had potato leek bread with roasted pepper butter. have no fear, the bread was warm so butter was allowed to bless it with it's presence. we had smoked salmon in a phyllo pastry to start. then we each got sablefish crusted with pistachio pesto over a creamy rissoto. delightful. the waitress warned us of the bones. either i ate mine, or there were none. however fatima pulled out quite a few long ones. there's no way i could eat bone and not know it. we talked about fatima sagas and laura sagas which are one single same saga. after dinner i was worried about the time and fatimas wasn't, which is typical. we fumbled our way to vanier park and to the tent for much ado. we found unclaimed seat at the side nearer the back beside lynn and carol after which i enjoyed a portapotty experience. yuckers. the play was very good. we enjoyed a lot. A LOT. benedict who's real name is something like andrew wheeler was good. and when i say good i mean quite enjoyable, ie. a well done jawb, that is to say i liked him. but there were many a good scene and good part. parts that only me and fatramjamji thought were quite funny: the slick boogie movies of the studly man-actors. forsooth i need to sleep.
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