
Despite the fact that I took yesterday off work, it still ended up being a really busy day! Oh wait, real quick. So I am caught up through Tuesday; Wednesday was Television Night! With special guest
& then after that I ran up into Manhattan to meet up with Pierce for dinner. We ended up at Trattoria Casa Di Isacco because the host said they had baby octopus, but they didn't, & it nearly broke Pierce's heart. He wanted baby octopus! & then they didn't have gazpacho! "Seasonal," they say! Bad luck for Pierce. Bad luck for Mordicai, too. Remember that time I almost choked to death, all alone at home? Well, I got to do that all over again, this time on some artichoke. You know, I was just eating the leaves a little bit too over eagerly. Not avoiding the tough scaly part. I even joked about it, "what is the worst that can happen, I get fiber in my diet?" Nope, the worst that can happen is that a chunk could lodge in my windpipe! Embarrassing; I just went into the bathroom to, you know, zen hiccup & sort of concentrate on breathing & not dying. The streak of bad luck aside, the rest of the food was good, as was the bubbles. From there we headed over to Sky Room, which was very much a hotel bar, but you know, on the thirty-something floor. Pierce spent his time flirting with the bartender, & I tried to tell my favorite shaggy dog joke, which I messed up & also no one laughed at. Jenny has basically forbidden me from telling that joke, but it is my favorite! I left then-- exit, pursued by a bear-- & took a weird combination of trains to get home, basically just in time for bed.