Fossils About Town
I rounded up the boys for a night out Saturday. We caught Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story down at the Redwood City multiplex. The five of us formed the majority of the audience for the 3:30 showing. The flick was good for several belly laughs. #1’s kid and mine saw it the night before. I’m sure they enjoyed it for the gratuitous nudity but I can’t imagine they caught the majority of the cultural references. That’s one advantage to being a relic. We relished it for the double entendres, nonsensical Dylan parody lyrics, and of course, the gratuitous nudity.
We then indulged in the early bird special at Izzy’s in San Carlos. We started out with a couple drinks. Vodka martinis predominated but I sipped a scotch and water. Martinis disappear too quickly when set in front of me. The Exec went with Ciroc vodka, in a nod to TCG’s wife’s company. As I’ve mentioned before, Ciroc is not to be confused with Cirroc. One is vodka. The other is an unfrozen caveman lawyer. Grey Goose filled the void for the numbers while TCG stuck with beer.
Most of us opted for the Iceberg wedge for the first course. When the salads arrived, The Exec became covetous of #2’s Hearts of Romaine. The waiter insouciantly replaced The Exec’s salad with his new choice. I guess you could say The Exec has a wedge issue.
Numbers 1 and 2, The Exec, and TCG all got steaks. Being the health conscious sort, I went with the salmon. Of course the fries and creamed spinach brought up the calorie and cholesterol counts to nearly the macho levels of the other guys. The well fed quintet then moved to the bar to watch the Patriots finish off their perfect season. To top it off, we were all able to get home before our 9:30 bedtime.
Did I mention that these guys are huggers?
We then indulged in the early bird special at Izzy’s in San Carlos. We started out with a couple drinks. Vodka martinis predominated but I sipped a scotch and water. Martinis disappear too quickly when set in front of me. The Exec went with Ciroc vodka, in a nod to TCG’s wife’s company. As I’ve mentioned before, Ciroc is not to be confused with Cirroc. One is vodka. The other is an unfrozen caveman lawyer. Grey Goose filled the void for the numbers while TCG stuck with beer.
Most of us opted for the Iceberg wedge for the first course. When the salads arrived, The Exec became covetous of #2’s Hearts of Romaine. The waiter insouciantly replaced The Exec’s salad with his new choice. I guess you could say The Exec has a wedge issue.
Numbers 1 and 2, The Exec, and TCG all got steaks. Being the health conscious sort, I went with the salmon. Of course the fries and creamed spinach brought up the calorie and cholesterol counts to nearly the macho levels of the other guys. The well fed quintet then moved to the bar to watch the Patriots finish off their perfect season. To top it off, we were all able to get home before our 9:30 bedtime.
Did I mention that these guys are huggers?
posted by DJ @ 11:38 AM
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