NSFW

Finally decompressing at roughly the halfway point of my giant workpile. Which probably isn't the time to relax, but at this point, it's either relax or explode, and I choose the former.

Yesenia and I, in sort of a rain check anniversary event, had dinner at the Upper West Side vegan restaurant 'Candle 79.' I'd been to their lunch café before, so I knew what to expect. Dinner was good, but when dessert turned out to be soy milk ice cream, we opted to go find a coffee place to get real dessert. In this case, a sour apple tart (her) and a slice of chocolate mousse cake (him).

Then, on the way back up to the car, we stopped in a bagelry on a sudden uncontrollable need for something solid and carb-y. The dessert for dessert turned out to be an untoasted, buttered everything bagel, of the kind that they only do right in New York.

We officially closed out anniversary season 2008 splitting the bagel in the car, driving up 1st Avenue, bonding over our love of comfort foods. Is there anything more romantic?

D.

BTW: I keep forgetting - over at Walrus Comix, you can find about half an hour of me, with Ansley, Bran, Bubba and Fiona, with some genuinely entertaining party chatter. The "NSFW" of this Rambler's title refers to the copious swearing, so you might want to put on headphones if you're at the office. I'm a little embarrassed by how much my vocal inflections have been influenced by Patton Oswalt, lately. Apologies to Mr. Oswalt.