friday timbro called me up, i cleared out my bank account of it’s last $7 and went to chef of india for the lunch buffet and it was so worth it. tim and i used to go to indian buffet all the time and it remains one of my most treasured food experiences. we always get big plates of food, sit down, and stare at the food for a little while psyching each other up. the food consistantly kicks. we also ran into the curtin brothers (indeed, the whole family), who i delight in enourmously. afterwards i was dropped off at highland street, and me and the chickenhawks drove off to see the boston ballet at the wang center (or as glasses brigade was wont to call it, “the ballbuster at the dong”). we got all dressed up and had a grand time. it was nice to go out, and i’ve always said i need to see more live theatre, and of course i enjoy the idea “ballet”, so i had a pretty good time. the weird thing, however, about the nutcracker is that the entire second act consists of various residents of some sort of cloud city putting on a show for the main character, who watches from a little booth on stage right, so it’s like ballet carte blanche with no narrative or anything. but who cares i had a good time.
i continue, from last week, to eat a lot of pasta.
