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Michael considered fate at 15:05   |   Permalink   |   Post a Comment

Went down to the Middle East Cafe in Cambridge last night for some Shish Taouk and some indie music. Wanted to hear some funky stuff and eat my chicken with pickled turnips. The called it chicken shawarma, though, and didn't have any pickled turnips. The hoomis was a bit heavy on the lemon - but they did bring us olive oil. The Pabst was bottled!?!? and $3 a shot, no less. The music was a fine time - Corn Leaf (I think) and Jump, Little Children. The crowd was hip and a bunch of ladies met up with Mark and I for a fun little time. They were cheeky enough and entertaining and we even got a parking spot right across the street. Who says Boston parking is a bitch?

Looked for my cousin to be working the sound booth but he was off.

Back in the car by 1:30am for the ride home but it was raining in beantown. Up around Amesbury it started snowing and by the New Hampshire border there was plenty on the ground and big thick fat flakes pouring down with no hint of letting up. The highway traffic collectively held it's breath at 40mph and didn't seem to feel comfortable with even that. We went 38. The 'ol Jetta was struggling in the wet and it looked like another two hours to Portland - what should have been less than one so we pulled off at Portsmouth and headed for a safe house. No one was home so we kicked the door in and made ourselves comfortable on the couches and called it a night. 3AM.

Woke up at 7 to the cellphone ringing - it was the owner of the house. We told him we were holding the fort down for him. After we secured the defenses we climbed back in the car, wiped the 5 inches of heavy wet snow off the hood, and continued on our way. Roads weren't much better but at least the plows had had time to get out for some spring overtime. Back home by 9:30 and into work by 10 with a big cup of joe. Tired.

Steak and Cheese for lunch. That'll do it.

But the work was nagging at my brain so I downloaded Stella and Atari's Demon Attack. Turned the monitor away from the office traffic, put my feet up, and dug in.

And attack they did...

all afternoon..

Have no fear, however. I am the last starfighter.

And I will protect you.