- I know, I know, I haven't been blogging as much. I have a 6-week-old infant at home! That's a lame excuse. But seriously, half of this blog was about going to bars and I don't really do that much anymore. Oh, anyway, last night we went out with the kid to a restaurant for the first time. Well, not really a restaurant, Pasta Pomodoro, which is not so much a restaurant as a Carbohydrate Delivery System that tolerates kids. If you've ever been to a Pasta P, you know that it's popular with the childed, and last night was no exception. We went to the one in Laurel Village, which pretty much guarantees there'll be some spoiled rich kids, and sure enough, at the table next to us was a kid, maybe 3-4 years old, climbing barefoot up onto the windowsill. GROSS. The parents thought this was adorbs. Bare feet in a restaurant is never cool, not even on a 3 year old. All the other kids in the joint were much better behaved. Our child was an angel, natch, and slept through the whole thing.
RELATED: Picking a Pinot Grigio at random, we stumbled across Bollini and liked it so much we stopped at BevMo and bought another bottle on the way home. Walking around BevMo with a kid in a stroller is a hoot, BTW.
- This old couple is really getting a workout! Here they are getting some dental implants from Clear Choice:
Then, with their dental future secured, they are moving on to their retirement future in this Heffernan ad which runs on infinite repeat during Giants games. Same beach! These olds are really getting shit done on that beach.
- As far as the Giants go, I don't have much to add except I'm as surprised as anyone else that Barry Zito isn't just the best pitcher on the Giants roster; he's the best fucking PLAYER. He has the highest batting average (.333), the second lowest ERA among the starters (2.75, barely behind Bumgarner's 2.31), the most beauty queen wife, and the best overall sense of calm serenity. He is an oasis of peace in a roiling sea of chaos. Well, it's not Angels bad, but shit is not exactly going great right now. Whatever. It's still early.
- It's cold and foggy and generally shitty today. Remember 8 days ago?
Have a good weekend, everybody! Keep listening to the new Mikal Cronin album like I am and soon we will all have listened to it SEVEN BILLION TIMES!
2 comments:
"Our child was an angel, natch, and slept through the whole thing." This is very encouraging news, as are your Pasta Postmodern Parental observations.
New t-shirt idea: ZITO. WHO KNEW This was a great weekend for beisbol, that's for sure. Friday night was Cain-tastic, although the cold seemed to keep a lot of bike parkers away. We've been at capacity every game lately, so that was a change, but the security guard assigned to us (!!!! Post-Boston...) said it was Warriors-related. Sure.
I did overhear that night in the bleachers an extended convo about what the better city is, LA or NY, with the conclusion that Miami is NYC with sun. OK. The beating the Braves took on Sat must've put Timmy in a good mood for yesterday. It's like we have solid pitching back!
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