augustoberfest

Came home from Meg's to play host to a gaggle of boys, Chris' friends from home, who were road-tripping through Boston. Took them to Deep Ellum, our favorite overpriced bar that references some neighborhood in Texas and sells swanky-ass beer that makes us feel rich when we're drinking it. Also went beer-tasting at the Harpoon Brewery with some kids - it has been a pretty beer week, no complaints. Also, have been frequenting super yuppie cafes with names like L'Aroma Cafe, Crema Cafe. Listening in on conversations is the best. There are youthfully bespackled 20-somethings complaining to their dates about how they only sell stuff you don't need at the Fall Sales, like, who wants to buy a swimsuit, summer is, like, practically over! There's a pair of paradoxically dread-haired yet tweedy-bowtied collegiates talking about the meaninglessness of symbology and middle class ad-consciousness. There is that middle-aged couple talking about their prize terrier, Oscar (isn't he cute), and I keep looking under the table for the dog, but all I see is this shag-carpeted ottoman from Target that maybe is breathing and maybe one end of it has a tongue and the other end has an asshole. Needs a haircut.

Saw two more movies:
Born into Brothels
Goodbye, Lenin!

And Julian, just finished White Teeth, what an ourobor(ical? ic? os-y) plot explosion.

We have an unusually classy dinner planned tonight: salmon, red wine, perhaps a rice pilaf, and Meg's purple potatoes made into french fries! (guess which part of dinner I planned??)
.....Keepin' it real.