Mmmm…
New favorite show: Top Chef (on the Bravo Channel). Like Project Runway, except with chefs and lotsa tasty dishes.
I’m a hopeless sucker for food on film.
Munich drove me nuts because everyone was cooking and eating for most of the movie. Only occasionally did they take a break to go kill some Palestinians, and I’m sure they were chewing on something when they did it.
I watched a documentary on beavers once, and by the end of it I remember thinking how tasty all those twigs and leaves looked.
So Top Chef - can’t friggin wait for the next episode. Must remember to have a bucket of fried chicken with me the next time around. I didn’t have any food in front of me during the pilot episode, and nearly ate both of my hands in a ravenous craze.
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Per the pic at the top of this entry, here’s a weird little game I found this past weekend. Beware: I started playing one night, and the next thing I knew, there was a lot of daylight in my room, and I was very smelly and dehydrated.
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Angel set up a surprise birthday party for Rick at the very exclusive Magic Castle. Everyone was excited as no one had been before. Matt Peak described the exhaustive selection process for a magician to be admitted within the membership. It all sounded very impressive.
Good food (expensive food.) Good company. Very very average magic show.
I guess when you’re wrinkly and rich and getting an in or a membership at an exclusive club is no big deal, then neither is the magic show. But when you make what I make, after you blow $80 on dinner and a show, you kinda have high expectations for the entertainment.
It wasn’t bad. There were only 3 magicians. I swear I’ve seen every trick the first guy did for his act. The only difference was the bad jokes he was telling throughout the act. Not even jokes he wrote himself. I’m talking jokes that I’ve read on the web, in issues of Reader’s Digest, or in my Bathroom Joke Almanac. Many many old and middle-aged white people laughed and laughed at his jokes. I, however, did not.
The second was a lady magician who wasn’t remarkable except for the fact that she wore a bodysuit and danced. For her finale, she transformed a feather boa into one of the largest, most sour-looking cats I’ve ever seen. The cat was so big that Teddy actually screamed a little when it came out.
After the trick, the lady magician put the cat down and it trotted calmly off stage and did not, thank god, lumber into the crowd and carry off a screaming audience member in its massive jaws.
Anyhow, the lady magician had a nice figure, and Peak remarked loudly after the show that he had been staring at her crotch the whole time. We decided last night that Matt Peak has no volume control. Seriously, you should hear the guy try to “whisper” sometime.
The final magician was actually not bad. Not good enough to make up for the first magician, but still, not bad.
However, after the show, out in the bar area, there was another magician doing card tricks at a crowded table. All I can say about this guy is that he is easily one of, if not the best card trick magicians I have ever seen. Teddy and Peak tried, loudly and without any sort of tact, to get him to explain his secrets.
Tony Picasso was his name. Thank you for making my night. Like I said, $80 ain’t chump change to me, and there’s nothing in the world quite like witnessing a master at his craft.
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