Monday, July 19, 2004
Fly by wire
I'm convinced that the weather hates me. The weekend was mostly cloudy with occasional fits of sunshine, and the occasional downpour (read : thunderstorm).
I went out saturday and got rained on four times. The second I got home, the sun came out. I didn't bother going out again because I knew it'd probably just rain on me again.
Well, now that I'm back at work, typically it's dawned a warm, sunny day with nary a cloud in sight.
:(
(that really, truly sums up how I feel about the weather.)
*****
Had an unexpected meeting with an acquaintence I didn't think I'd see again (err not since she stayed over at my place).
How's this for an impromptu meetup. Email in the morning saying that she's just happening to be swinging by for a few days, just touched down this morning.
Email received, pm.
Meeting - dinner.
So that is why I had a nice lobster dinner at Belgos yesterday instead of the anticipated takeout pizza.
*****
While we're at it, let's talk about Belgo's fruit beers.
I'm not a beer person. I've never really been, and till I arrived in london I was (more or less) a beer virgin, having survived the NS ordeal relatively unscathed.
I remember trying beer in first year med school. Vile stuff. But it was what conversations and friendships were built on so I persevered for a while before giving up. Instead, I drank expensive shots and got funny looks. Sue me, I like bacardi. (Although the poison of choice back then was Archers.)
I remember trying the fruit beers at Belgos and feeling faintly nauseas. All I could taste was the awful beer aftertaste, not-quite masked by the fruity overtones overlying them.
Seven years later, I've tried and fallen in love with an astoundingly refreshing and subtle australian beer (can't remember the name. There's a fox head engraved on the bottle. I drank a couple of those at sunset watching an open air film fest thingie in the park next to the opera house) and decided I can sorta tolerate Kronenburg (which is not at all subtle) and, with some effort, most other beers (Although moscato d'asti is still in a class of it's own).
It was quite an experience last night, having peach beer after a break of... five years? Or possibly more.
I couldn't taste the beer at all. It was lovely. Laughs.
(Although again, moscato d'asti is far subtler and clearly superior, at least to this undiscerning, uncultured, uncouth palate.)
I went out saturday and got rained on four times. The second I got home, the sun came out. I didn't bother going out again because I knew it'd probably just rain on me again.
Well, now that I'm back at work, typically it's dawned a warm, sunny day with nary a cloud in sight.
:(
(that really, truly sums up how I feel about the weather.)
*****
Had an unexpected meeting with an acquaintence I didn't think I'd see again (err not since she stayed over at my place).
How's this for an impromptu meetup. Email in the morning saying that she's just happening to be swinging by for a few days, just touched down this morning.
Email received, pm.
Meeting - dinner.
So that is why I had a nice lobster dinner at Belgos yesterday instead of the anticipated takeout pizza.
*****
While we're at it, let's talk about Belgo's fruit beers.
I'm not a beer person. I've never really been, and till I arrived in london I was (more or less) a beer virgin, having survived the NS ordeal relatively unscathed.
I remember trying beer in first year med school. Vile stuff. But it was what conversations and friendships were built on so I persevered for a while before giving up. Instead, I drank expensive shots and got funny looks. Sue me, I like bacardi. (Although the poison of choice back then was Archers.)
I remember trying the fruit beers at Belgos and feeling faintly nauseas. All I could taste was the awful beer aftertaste, not-quite masked by the fruity overtones overlying them.
Seven years later, I've tried and fallen in love with an astoundingly refreshing and subtle australian beer (can't remember the name. There's a fox head engraved on the bottle. I drank a couple of those at sunset watching an open air film fest thingie in the park next to the opera house) and decided I can sorta tolerate Kronenburg (which is not at all subtle) and, with some effort, most other beers (Although moscato d'asti is still in a class of it's own).
It was quite an experience last night, having peach beer after a break of... five years? Or possibly more.
I couldn't taste the beer at all. It was lovely. Laughs.
(Although again, moscato d'asti is far subtler and clearly superior, at least to this undiscerning, uncultured, uncouth palate.)
