话说我这边开始有偃旗息鼓的迹象，TONY那边倒是大张旗鼓欲将BLOG行上正轨。悔不该当初把他领上了这条漫漫费时不归路啊，晚矣晚矣。。。
咳咳，下面向大家隆重推出TONY的BLOG，有闲可以一览
这是他有关我们情人节当晚在外一边“风流”一边“浪漫”的写实。
This post isn't about anything except
flying off with an owl and getting lost for three weeks. Which
brings me to... Valentine's Day! (And I haven't done a holiday post
since Christmas, so I guess I'm due.) Parrot and Owl (by which I
will lovingly refer to Parrot's wise Girlfriend) ran off to Duvet
for a romantic drink. Other patrons were indulging in the dubious
honor of paying $95 per person to lounge around an oversized
mattress and eat sushi, or something that looked roughly like it -
we never got close enough to the culinary cuddlers to see what they
were actually stuffing down... errr, their throats. (Well, there's
a correction that didn't fix anything.) Parrot and Owl wisely saved
their money and sat at the bar. We each had some variation on a
mimosa, consisting of champagne and peach schnappes; I guess it has
a name but I don't know it. The thrifty birds (okay, this thrifty
bird) ponied up $33.60 for their eight or so ounces of liquour; I
mean, for the opportunity to watch their spendthrifty peers get
horny over dinner, temporarily thankful for being preserved from
the frigid, slushy mess awaiting them beyond. Duvet also sports a
large jellyfish tank (SpongeBob, go away!) and plays new agey music
to enhance the feeling that this experience is so totally pre-21st
century. No surprise that there were tables (yes they have some)
available on Valentine's Day.
Duvet's bathroom consists of a large
dimly lit room with stalls arranged in a U shape. A napkin valet
person sits by a handwash basin in the middle. The stall doors are
two way glass, so you can see the valet but (presumably) he can't
see you. In this situation I would imagine that most of Duvet's
clientele would prefer a woman, but no such forethought on the part
of Duvet. Or perhaps that's just why they have a guy there... Owl
was wondering, does closing the lock turn on the two-way thing,
otherwise you can see inside? Owl was happy she locked the door.
Parrot didn't care; he pees with his back to guys all the time. And
when Parrot is perched on his lamppost, caution is strongly
advised.
Next, the lovebirds waltzed over to
Francisco's Centro Vasco, a restaurant where the cuisine can hardly
be called gourmet, but the seafood can definitely be called
gourmand. Specifically, Francisco's serves lobsters of up to 20
lbs; some of the shells they have hanging up are larger than a 6
year old child. On this occasion the staff approached a nearby
table with two options for the pot (vat? cauldron?) - a 9 pound
monster, and an even more daunting 12 pound behemoth. Natural the
big guy was the unlucky one (both were alive). The lovebirds dined
on less conspicuous fare - a seafood paella (girlfriend at the
bivalves, I ate the other stuff) and a little 1 1/4 pound
crustacean. (Parrot is a Scorpio - crustaceans are his friends. But
they taste good too.)
The first time I was at Centro Vasco I
noticed the place had one virtue other than lobsters with pituitary
cases - an unusually high proportion of women whose only common
virtue with a boiled lobster is that they were drop-dead gorgeous.
(Hey, this blog is about aesthetics, ain't it?) My second visit was
consistent with that experience. Yes, I'm talking about you, Owl,
of course... but also birds of some other feathers. I'm not sure if
there is a conceptual relationship going on here - lobsters,
beautiful women... you figure it out. (And no cheap shots, like
"they can be pretty crabby"... even if it's true,
IYHO.)
Well, according to MS Word I'm at 878
words, and I haven't gotten to one of the main points yet. Damn.
(Maybe Google could put a Word Count feature in the Blogger
editor?) Anyway, here it is. Owl got a big bunch of flowers for VD
(maybe we should change the initials of this holiday?) to help
attract whatever little creatures Owls like to eat. (Do bivalves
like flowers, I wonder?) And a box of chocolates from Jacques
Torres (Google them; best chocolates in New York, an objective
fact). And a wallet from Ferragamo, designed to show the purchaser
just how thin your own wallet can become. And Parrot got... no,
don't go there. Well, let's put it this way. Owl's 7.1 megapixel
Cannon Powershot camera was getting a bit, how do you say, out of
fashion, due to the release of a new 7.1 megapixel Cannon Powershot
camera. So Owl bought herself the latest greatest 7.1 megapixel
Cannon Powershot camera, and Parrot is now the proud owner (or is
it borrower? I'm still not quite sure...) of a, you guessed it, 7.1
megapixel Cannon Powershot camera. You may have noticed the paucity
of original images in The Parrot's Lamppost. That's because
Parrot's only digital camera until now has been his pitiful little
Verizon cellphone. This will all be corrected now. Parrot is armed
and dangerous. Maybe he will even learn how to download the images.
Parrot is very excited. Squawck!
Well, I've tried my best in the last
paragraph to be as wordy as possible. Wouldn't want to shock anyone
by starting off with an under-1000-word post after such a long
absence. Not fair to my audience. Such as it is. Next up: a hit
counter! Look for it soon, so I can count how many humans are
failing to listen to me. Whatever the hit counter says, just
subtract that from 6,000,000,000, and you get a good idea of how
widely you are ignored. Amazing what we can do with technology
these days. Well, I'm off to take some shots with my new
out-of-fashion 7.1 megapixel Cannon Powershot camera. First stop?
Maybe Francisco's Centro Vasco? Thanks, Owl! ;-)
