Sunday, March 29, 2009
Stretches. Weight training: superslow concentration curl, superslow tricep kickback, superslow front raise, crunch. Stretches. Cardio cool-down: 15 minutes. Patrick made my favorite breakfast for me. We were misled by the web page and flyer for T-Dance at The Endup. Both listed no cover charge, and when we got there a sign at the door said $20, so we skipped it. I realized that I was hungry and wanted to get a bite to eat, and we wanted to hang out in the Castro, so there we went. Shortly after arriving, we happened upon JCB and then JY and chatted briefly with both. Patrick and I attempted to eat at Nirvana, and we were fully prepared for bad service, but after we were seated at a dirty and unset table and the waitress put the menus down right on top of sauce splotches of the previous diners, I whispered in Patrick's ear, "We don't have to stay here!" and we walked out. We attempted to eat at the Thai restaurant at 19th and Castro, but it looked empty. All the lights were off, no humans could be seen inside. The hours sign said they were open, and indeed the door was unlocked when I tried it, but we were creeped so we didn't go in. We looked in at Harvey's, but it was packed—too noisy for us. We ate at Fuzio, both having the chinese chicken salad which had bean sprouts and deep fried noodles but which didn't have peanuts or mandarin oranges. We were not impressed with this chinese chicken salad recipe—not recommended. I personally don't think bean sprouts belong in CCS, but is there really an authentic recipe? I frequently joke about my great-great-grandmother's chinese chicken salad recipe. Service at Fuzio today was good except for when the waitress attempted to take my plate while I was still holding my last 2 bites of focaccia. I looked at her and froze in mid-bite, and she backed off, after a beat. There were only 3 tables full in the whole place, and I imagine that she was trying to be efficient by saving herself a return trip to our table at the expense of the awkwardness of having no plate upon which my focaccia's final crumbs could fall. No place in the Castro had dancing at this hour, so we walked over to Dolores Park to observe the sunbathers. To home. Nap for me. Dinner at home with Patrick: Simmone's lemon pork chops, steamed broccoli, rice pilaf, corn off the cob mixed with leftover taco filling meat. Netflix instant watch with Patrick: the first 2 episodes of Rick and Steve: The Happiest Gay Couple in All the World, the first hour of The Natural History of the Chicken (2000). Stretches.