Friday after work I was supposed to go see this performance art thing, Lullaby Moon 2010, at Gasworks Park. This has been on my radar for a few years but I have never made it till now. We were supposed to meet for pre-performance-art beverages and snacks. Lynnette wanted me to come pick her up and then drive her the 1.34 miles to the venue. Michelle and Jana had already made plans to meet at the Northlake Ivar’s. Mark was having a bad day at work and was in meltdown mode. I decided to move everyone’s table and make them all go to have drinks and appetizers and the new Flying Fish on Westlake.
Moving tables. Perhaps I should explain. Many years ago, at the Mermaid, I worked with this project manager who was more than a bit of a control freak. Every time he came into a conference room he had to move the tables around. A little to the left, a little to the right, perhaps go get a different table from another room, at a minimum he would spritz the table down with anti-bacterial spray before he would sit down. It totally drove me crazy. I started making fun of him behind his freakish back, and then to his freakish face, and eventually the term Table Moving became synonymous with being a psychotic control freak.
So back to Friday evening. It drives me crazy when Lynnette wants to be picked up, there was no way in hell I was going to Ivar’s, and Mark was unable to even work his cell phone let along make any decisions, so I decided to just take charge and move everyone’s table. Michelle was already on a bus to Seattle from Kirkland when I did this. I decided she could just take a cab down to South Lake Union from the U District. I laughed. Then I called Lynnette and told her she would be driving herself to Flying Fish. I laughed. Then I called Jana and told her the same. I laughed. Then I said out loud, “God, talk about table moving. I hope no one gets mad.”, then I rolled my eyes and laughed. Mark texted me and said, “Dog pless yuo for being the decider.” which is dyslexic for “Thanks for taking care of this!”. I laughed.
I know I am an evil laughing table mover, but I am unapologetic. It’s always in everyone’s best interest when I am in charge of food and music. Poor Michelle did experience the down side of my table moving, however. Her cab ride was not successful and I think she got dropped off in Southcenter and had to walk back to town to meet us.
Anyway, Flying Fish was great fun. Then I made Lynnette drive all us to the park to see the show. I laughed.
The show itself was great. Visually very cool. Dancing clocks, owls, horses. Some on land. Some in boats. My favorite part was when they let these helium balloons go over the lake after it got dark. They all had little blue LED things in them and they glowed like blue fireflies as they floated away on little thermals over the lake towards a super gorgeous lit up Space Needle. I do think it would have been better for everyone if they had let me pick the music. I laugh.
After the show I “decided” that we would all go have food and more drinks at Tavolata. Strangely no one protested. We looked for parking for 2 hours and then we were finally able to get in and order some Campari-based cocktails and appetizers. I do still love Tavolata, but I must say that it’s lost some of its luster to Spinasse. The pasta is much more magical and floaty there, but it’s not like Tavolata is bad. Prosciutto, bruschetta, meatballs, then bottles of pink Prosecco and pasta. I had squid ink pasta with squid rings and sea urchin. As always, dessert of affogato. I left very happy. Also I met Michelle’s friend Valerie who I liked a lot and would like to see more of.
Saturday consisted of sleeping in late, going to the Georgetown Farmer’s Market to buy giant bell peppers and freakishly shaped heirloom carrots, then going to the gym, then cooking turkey-stuffed peppers and roasted carrots. We drank Italian wine and watched Little Miss Sunshine, which I was not so impressed with. Then Mark moved my table and made me watch this horror move called Paranormal Activity . The movie is about this annoying woman and her cute boyfriend. She has had an invisible demon following her around since she was a small child. Boyfriend buys an expensive video camera to film them sleeping and we start to see that things are not all good in San Diego. This movie is mostly about hearing noises downstairs when you are trying to sleep. I can so totally relate. Things do not end well for the boyfriend. The moral of the story (which you already know): Do not mess with Ouija boards!
Mark left and I took 9 Benadryls and some Melatonin so that I would sleep. At 1:00 AM I awoke to the sound of a large kitten throwing up an entire roll of toilet paper that he had eaten earlier. I could not get back to sleep and by 2:30 AM I was fully convinced that there was a 400 pound invisible demon standing at the foot of my bed breathing in my general direction. I got up, searched the whole house, checked the alarm, and took some more Melatonin. But no sleep was to be had by me, no, I was completely and totally and psychotically convinced that there were invisible satanic forces active in my home. I just laid there and whimpered till the sun came up. In the morning I found my dining room table had been moved 2 feet to the left. I did not laugh.
I was supposed to spend Sunday morning working, but I was too emotionally and physically exhausted from the night before to do much more than some laundry and water my plants. I made it to the gym around 2:00 but my heart was not really in it. Finally it was time for the season finale of True Blood over at Mark’s house. He had bought some free range organic chicken and wanted me to cut out its backbone so that we could butterfly it, coat it in Za’atar, and roast it hot with some more ugly carrots and onions. I was still so comatose from my lack of sleep the night before that I could not figure out what end of the chicken was up and I tried to cut out the backbone from the bottom of the bird.
Speaking of dismemberment, the True Blood finale was not really all that great. Nothing really got resolved and it was not especially funny except when Sookie moved a table out of the way, snatched the remains of that Spanish vampire, and poured him down the garbage disposal. She laughed.
No, the only good thing was Pam. As always.
So, that was my table moving weekend.
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