Saturday, August 2, 2008

I'm gonna board the midnight train. I got to go, I got to go.

I am listening to "American Boy" right now by Estelle and Kanye and just noticed a lyric for the first time: "I'm feeling like the Pips and the Gladys." However, I Googled the lyrics out of curiosity, and they are listed as "I'm feeling like the pimps at their gladdest." Hmmm. The reason I am writing this is because I took Gladys Knight's room service order on Thursday night. I don't deliver the room service, just take the orders, but I talked to her. She told me her name was Raven.

I was excited by celebrity encounter #2 of track season, but only a select few of my friends knew who she was when I told the story. Maybe I am crazy, got the Pips on the brain, and imagined this Kanye lyric. But, I think I am right and the lyric transcribers are just like the dumb people who said "Gladys who?"

Ever since people at the restaurant realized I can communicate with the kitchen staff and type, I now "do" the menu. Last night we had a Kona kampachi cooked in the Bercy style which means with "shallots, white whine and fish stock." And that is exactly what I wrote. The owner approached me and asked how the fish was cooked. I noticed the typo right away. Oops. The mistake was noted before I filled all the menus and gave them to any guests, and she considered leaving it on there to see who would catch it, who would chuckle. It probably would have added some humor to an otherwise tense and grumpy night. I think that typo is a sign I spend too much thinking about white whines, looking at the website White Whine, and just whining in general.

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On a more serious note, the last of three cats I have liked in my lifetime died yesterday. My dad found their cat Junior in a woodchuck trap last night. I really can't imagine. He sounded really upset and said he never wants another pet because he gets too attached. This makes me truly sad. I tried to find an appropriate condolence gift when I was in town today to bring when I go over there for dinner tomorrow night, but didn't have any luck.

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I have exactly three weeks and so much to do.

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