The Skinny

I may have kept you posted on the Court Appeal and its results (which i still have to pay, incidentally... i'll use the money i got back from the state to do it! That oughta just about cover it.), but i am afraid that i have been negligent in updating everyone on my new 1970 La Pavoni Europiccolo chrome lever-pull espresso machine. Oh, the joy! It came via fedex on Tuesday (i know, i've been terrible), and the Bogs and their jet-lag-ridden joy to be back in familiar territory watched me as i opened, carressed, and practically breast-fed "my baby." Oh, i was so excited! I tell ya. The first run was a little noisy, given that i hadn't quite figured out what a couple of the switches were for (the online manual is for more updated versions of the same machine) but i figured it out, and the first shot of espresso i pulled was perfect. YAY! Oh, joy! I wish you could all see me now. The only downside of the machine is that it can't really froth. Oh sure, it can heat the milk up, but the attachment sucks, and i might possibly look into a new one. But i still have my Bellman stovetop cappuccino maker, which is really the BMW of home frothing. So i can run them both at the same time if i want froth. But i have made espresso when i got home just about every night, and i tell ya -- it's a piece of love in my heart that i can have a real demitasse of real espresso with a little piece of French chocolate on the side at home. From a machine that i got on ebay! I pull the lever, and the espresso comes out in two little strings! Aw! I'm so happy.

On a totally different note, last night Q and i went out. It was good for us to get out together away from other people, and out of the settings we're usually in. It was an expensive night, but completely worth it. We went to see her roommate play for the Patriots! Well, not really. Her roommate Jordan is the bassist for T the Band, and they were playing at The Rack in by Fanuiel (sp?) Hall at an event for the Matt Light Foundation (who, in case you guys aren't aware plays for the Pats). Matt Light, after getting offstage from singing the Mustache Song (a song about trying to bring back the 'stache as a fashion trend, and how his people have been persecuted), called me honey because i was standing where his very pregnant wife had just been. He apologized, turned around, and said, "There you are, honey!" or something like that. It was funny. And Q, who used her roommate's VIP pass to get into the VIP room, got to shake his hand and say "Great party." It was a good night. All in all, it was a good night. We didn't drink too much, though we may have had more if it weren't 5 bucks for a freakin' beer. No more bars in that spot of town. I'll stick to Inman and Davis Squares, thank you very much. Inman is even walking distance.

All in all, it's been a good week. Work has been stressful, and i almost quit yesterday, but refrained. I keep consoling myself with the fact that i have two interviews next week, and i'm trying for more. Hopefully one of these days it will pan out. Still haven't heard back from any more grad schools, but i'm hoping that's a good thing. They might be taking their time getting together financial packages for the "yes's." Who knows.