Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Bab Grag
I almost can’t believe that this is a for-real thing. It’s not quite a mile straight down, but it’s close enough. I get the jeebies just looking at the artist’s rendition. They will be cantilevering it out early next year. If I get there I will give you a review, but if you beat me to it, please let me know what it feels like to be on a structure 4,000 feet above the ground. If you can wait till the vertigo-induced nausea subsides before we discuss it, that might be better for both of us.
Today we had food at our monthly departmental meeting in honor of the saturnalia or whatever you’re on the cusp of celebrating this month. I ate well - very well. Then I got one each of four of the five varieties of cookies available for dessert. One of those cookies had walnuts in it. I’m allergic to them but I figured this was a pretty minimal dose. For the past five hours my mouth has felt stung and shredded. I may have an inflated view of my superiority to walnuts. That one in my cookie was definitely a mutha.
Finally, since I don’t know a better place to share the joy, this charming shop has been brightening my strolls through the neighborhood lately. Hot dog giveaways? Invent your own record and break it? Just when I think the ‘hood has gotten a little stale… weirdness reasserts itself. Bless its pointed little head.
That should be enough for me for now. Thanks for playing. I’ll see about a “real” post sometime soon. But till then, I’ve got some beer to drink!
