Saturday was a busy day in our household - despite the fact that the Sox were playing a doubleheader, now that they'd clinched a postseason spot, the prospect of watching two games full of subs and scrubs wasn't all that exciting.
The main goal of the day was to get me a new desk for the office - my current one is too small and doesn't give me enough space to organize all of the crap that's orbiting my office. So off we went to the Crate & Barrel furniture store in search of the perfect piece for the office. But of course, between here and there is the same bakery where we found the nearly-perfect half-moons on our last pass through, so we thought we'd go off-course a bit. Rather than returning to Arthur's, however, we thought we'd try one of Kathleen's old haunts - Lyndell's Bakery in Somerville. Not only did Lyndell's have half-moons, but they also had the mocha cakes my parents used to get - basically a slice of jelly roll with coconut on the outside, mocha frosting and a half-cherry (which was replaced by a blob of raspberry jelly).
Then we began furniture shopping in earnest. Unfortunately, Crate & Barrel did not comply - they didn't have anything in particular that interested us. We did almost spring for a new coffee table, but the price was a bit steep and we weren't in love with the color, so we passed. After a confusing spin around Harvard Square, we landed at the Crate & Barrel there, where we found a TV stand and media center that we DID love - but we decided to wait and cash in some rewards points for C&B certificates. After all, we reasoned that the media center would help us clean up the office too, by getting the stereo and CDs out of there. Not that they really belonged there in the first place - the reason they're back there is because we had cleaned out our living room, and what was supposed to be a temporary storage solution has turned into months and months of "Yeah, we'll get around to that." The time is drawing near when I shall reclaim my office space. Oh yes. I shall.
Originally we had plans to go see Wilco at Brandeis on Saturday night, but we weren't able to get tickets, so instead it turned into date night, sponsored by the Four Queens Casino. As you might remember, my blackjack winnings were going to pay for a fancy dinner out, but instead, the wife opted for two less expensive dinners. So we hit up the Macaroni Grill at the local mall, then saw Garden State at the cineplex. Decent food, good movie, though I can't for the life of me figure out why Method Man has billing over Natalie Portman (maybe it's alphabetical on the poster on the back of the soundtrack I read this morning?). I mean, "Raise your hand if you saw titties" is a great line and all, but I'm not sure I'd bill that over, oh, the female love interest of the movie. But enjoyable - go see it.
Tangent: we didn't stick around to see the credits, so I'm not sure if there was even one listed, but here goes anyway - if Method Man had a personal assistant in the movie, was that person listed in the credits as "Personal Assistant to Mr. Man"? I mean, how do you formally address someone named "Method Man"? How does this apply to similarly-named people? Is Mos Def addressed as Mr. Def? Do his friends just call him Mos? And what about Ice-T? Does he even have a last name, with that hyphen in there? You can't call him Mr. T, can you? That'd just be too confusing. This blog demands an answer!
Aaaaaaaand, end tangent.
Since we ate at the universally-accepted "age-extreme" time of day (seriously, everyone eating with us was either gumming down their pasta or...well, gumming down their pasta), we saw a 6:15 showing of Garden State and then got back in time to see the rest of the Sox nightcap...and enjoy our Lyndell's half-moons. And with all due respect to Somerville's finest...not that great. The frosting was too fluffy, and the cake was far too spongy. And I never thought I'd say this, but there was WAY too much frosting. I mean, I'm a red-blooded American who likes his excess and his sugar as much as the next person, but this was overboard. There was more frosting than cake, to the point where we were suffering from sugar headaches later that night.
I will say, however, that the mocha cakes were a great success. Those will become regulars at dessert time.
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