Wednesday, Before the Deluge
Ashley called me yesterday evening, catching me on the corner trying to decide if I were going to head south towards the Pig and Whistle, or north, to walk around the block with Sonny. The truth is, I was waiting for the cat to decide if he wanted to walk around the block. If not, I planned to head south.
Ashley's call saved me from the Pig, although I did walk with the cat before leaping into Wolfie and meeting her at Juniper for a glass of wine. (I should note here, that more people on my block know Sonny by name than know mine. To be honest, I don't think I even knew I had neighbors).
Over a combined 7 glasses of Pinot Grigio, we talked about houses (of course), weddings (of course) and admitted we really, really like Dooce, even though it isn't stylish to say so. We also discussed the plethora of Dooce wannabes that litter the internet, and came to the firm conclusion that anyone who isn't Dooce, but tries to be Dooce, is ultimately setting themselves up for failure and ridicule. We also discussed a couple of local blogging dramas, and congratulated one another on staying out of at least one of them.
Ashely convinced me to accept a nefarious offer made to me last week.
She also convinced me that some of the insecurities I feel about my marriage are, in fact, okay.
We both believe that we have a problem with post endings. Here's mine:
I ordered the Veggie Risotto to go. It was spicy. Like Etouffe.
Submitted by christy
at 4/11/2008 8:26:39 AM- It's not really called the Pig and Whistle. It does have an animal name. It's near Big Daddy's, at Sidney a couple of blocks east of the bridge.
Submitted by Annie
at 4/11/2008 6:16:56 PM- ah...i know it well.
what is the Pig and Whistle and if it's a bar in our neighborhood, why don't I know about it?????