Wegmans. I finally go to Wegmans today. I rose from slumber relatively early, went for a run at the gym in my mother’s condo development, and then she and I drove through the rain to Woodbridge for some sweet, sweet Wegmans. I had the 7″ buffalo chicken finger sandwich combo, and she got some other sandwich from another part of the cafe. It was very satisfying. I love Wegmans. It’s definitely in my list of “pros” when I consider leaving Los Angeles and moving east. If my love of Wegmans isn’t already obvious, just ask my mom. As we were turning onto Gill Lane near Woodbridge Center, she pointed out the passenger side window at a Jewish cemetery. “I’m going to be buried there, so you can go to Wegmans,” she said. Macabre? Yes. Hilarious? Most definitely.
The next few hours were spent dealing with a family problem so I’m going to gloss over that. I brought my father dinner from a local Italian eatery that makes amazing buffalo chicken wing pizza. I totally didn’t care that the two meals I ate yesterday were buffalo wing inspired. They were both so good. Dinner was alright. My father gets a bit distracted and it’s hard to have a dense conversation with him, because he’s more comfortable eating in front of his laptop, playing Solitaire or checking his e-mail. The phone rang and he spent a few minutes on the phone. When he hung up, I was done eating and going upstairs to my old bedroom to find some records from my collection to ship back to LA.
After dinner I thought about going back to my mother’s for a relaxing evening, but an invitation to watch the World Series at the sports bar forced me out for a few hours. What a stupid concept. Yankees or Phillies, I really can’t decide who I hate more. I told everyone at the bar (which was packed with Yankees and Phillies fans) that I was rooting for a bus or plane crash. No one was amused. It was a laid back evening. I left the bar before the game ended. I came home and watched Top Chef. It caught me completely off-guard to hear Natalie Portman and Padma make some crude-but-awesome penis jokes. I’m just upset Gail Simmons didn’t try to one-up them by taking her dress off and pouring champagne all over her luscious tits. Fucking Natalie Portman thinks she’s so funny because she turned the word “prick” into a dick joke. She’ll never be half the breasts Gail Simmons has. I don’t even know if that statement makes sense.
Thursday. VERY BUSY. I’ll try to write a post at the end of the night.
