This is shaping up to be the best week ever.
Tuesday night, Matt and I decided to make it a date, so we went to Harry’s for dinner. It was so good we both died a little; my caesar salad was a heart of romaine chopped in half, dipped in the dressing, grilled til it was charred, topped with a soft-boiled egg with grilled bread on the side. Everything there was excellent, and so was the service. Also, they have lamps made of Grain Belt bottles on the bar, and will supposedly soon be adding poutine to the menu. You should get there posthaste. Go, leave work right now; we both know you’re not doing anything anyway. Afterward, we went to see Superbad, and laughed our pants off. Well, the pants-off part came later, but you know. Yesterday, I went to talk to my doctor about my stay in the ER this weekend. They rechecked everything and took me off the killer antibiotics because everything had already cleared up, and also because that dose was probably going to kill me if I kept up with it for two weeks. I love my doctor a lot, and I like that we spend so much time talking about sex. It’ll be interesting to see if that comes up when I go in, say, for an ear infection. I could not be more excited to be off those drugs. I hate taking medication, and I hate the side-effects. I am now back to my normal intact state, and I’m drinking doubleplus water today to flush everything out completely. After work, we were very domestic with the laundry and dinnermaking, and then we headed in a Maplewoodly direction (um, I’ve been spending far too much time there lately; our 3day camp was there as well) to see SNOOP DOGG. I have this thing where I might not be somebody’s biggest fan, but I’m amused by them and acknowledge that their music was very important to a certain era, and know that passing up the opportunity to see them live would be a huge mistake. Witness, for example, Billy Idol, Rick Springfield, Journey, or Kenny Rogers. Sometimes I’ll go just because it’s funny, and then it ends up being one of the best shows I’ve ever seen. Therefore, there was no way in hell I was missing Snoop. He came out in a jumpsuit made entirely of blue handkerchiefs, like a giant crips union suit (with no evidence of a butt-flap, unfortunately). I laughed through the first three songs because I couldn’t believe I was standing there watching Snoop. When they came out on stage with suspiciously orange beverages and launched into Gin and Juice, I knew I could die happy. We got home too close to 1am, and my ears are still ringing this morning. Dudes, we saw Snoop. And on Monday, we’re seeing Wu-Tang. Tomorrow afternoon, we’re off to Seattle. If we don’t come back, it’s because a critical mass of awesome has been achieved. Happy Labor Day weekend!Jenni