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Mar. 21st, 2006 11:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oakenguyMy Weekend in Reverse, Day 2, Sunday:
D and I walked up to Harvard Square for brunch at a little cafe called Zoes, where they serve this thing called a pizza omelet that's an ordinary egg with sausage, pepperoni and marinara on top. Zingy! Also, the convenience store next door actually sold Moxie. D said my blue hair made me look like Tim Burton, which, well, I'll take the compliment.
After that it was over to the Phoenix Swords rehearsal; drills, footwork, designing a fight for the Medieval German Faire, and a lot of WoW geeking in between. Apparently I'm going to be the only dessert vendor at the faire--we talked about that for a while (though some of the talk was just troupe members coming up to me with wild eyes and going "Truffles!"). This'll be my first big, day-long vending experience. Holly estimates 1400 truffles should be about right to get me through the day, which....yiminy. I should get in gear soon, or May's going to be one long expanse of melting and stirring and scooping.
After I got home D and I settled in under a blanket on the couch to watch Oliver Platt totally steal every scene in "The Ice Harvest". She thought the film was disturbing and sad; I agree, but still...it's John Cusack starring in film noir set in Wichita Falls, Kansas. Hollywood should get a cookie for putting out a movie like that.
D and I walked up to Harvard Square for brunch at a little cafe called Zoes, where they serve this thing called a pizza omelet that's an ordinary egg with sausage, pepperoni and marinara on top. Zingy! Also, the convenience store next door actually sold Moxie. D said my blue hair made me look like Tim Burton, which, well, I'll take the compliment.
After that it was over to the Phoenix Swords rehearsal; drills, footwork, designing a fight for the Medieval German Faire, and a lot of WoW geeking in between. Apparently I'm going to be the only dessert vendor at the faire--we talked about that for a while (though some of the talk was just troupe members coming up to me with wild eyes and going "Truffles!"). This'll be my first big, day-long vending experience. Holly estimates 1400 truffles should be about right to get me through the day, which....yiminy. I should get in gear soon, or May's going to be one long expanse of melting and stirring and scooping.
After I got home D and I settled in under a blanket on the couch to watch Oliver Platt totally steal every scene in "The Ice Harvest". She thought the film was disturbing and sad; I agree, but still...it's John Cusack starring in film noir set in Wichita Falls, Kansas. Hollywood should get a cookie for putting out a movie like that.
