Flurries

It's hard to tell in this photograph but New York City did get a little bit of snow today! It didn't really fall until we left work, at which point there was a blend of varying precipitation types - rain, sleet, snowish stuff. But by the time we traveled into Manhattan and Craig sent me right to Uptown Cafe to wait while he ran to our street, grabbed his laundry, dropped it at the apartment and came to meet me, snow flurries were flying. In fact, the hostess at Uptown seated me in a corner deep into the restaurant, and even with my pathetic eyesight I could still see the snow turning circles in the window by the street. Craig met me and we ate dinner - I selected a grilled salmon dish which was alright - the "Mediterranean Salsa" was ice cold and consisted of pureed tomatoes and olives and some whole olive bits - the steamed vegetables were alright - but the salmon itself was on target, and Craig ordered pork chops in an apple glaze, which makes me shudder even to think, although he did enjoy it enough to finish the whole plate of it. The atmosphere at Uptown is okay, too, although tonight I felt like we are too old for it. We're young, but we're in need of quiet, dim, intimate places that invite conversation - not loud, dish-clanking, cocktail-serving trend-setting settings in which we feel out of place. Nonetheless, one of my bosses' cousins owns the place, and we keep meaning to grab "the Dennis discount." So far we haven't done so. I bet next time if we did, we might be treated specifically well.*It's late, and I told myself tonight wouldn't be a night to extend beyond 10. We stayed awake until midnight + last night (embarrassing) watching our recorded Tuesday night of American Idol, and we were laughing so hard we were practically punching each other. It's an ugly American guilty pleasure, watching that show, but it turns real life into clouds of dust while watching - at least you get a taste of weird America, weirder than what you think you might do all day. We still have Wednesday night's episode to watch sometime later this week, but I can guarantee, we will have to schedule the viewing of it. Friday (tomorrow! TGIF!!) we come home and I will cook something light (thank heavens - I'm gaining weight right back as if I'm not even thinking, which is awful, because I swear I'm being cautious) and we will watch something mindless and go to bed early. Saturday morning I have some gift cards to knock out - some at Macy's and at Lord & Taylor (what the heck am I going to buy at either one...sheesh...) and Craig wants to swing by Men's Warehouse (sp??) to have a coat tailored for Paul and Karen's wedding next weekend in Cinci. Saturday night we're going to eat Korean (if Jeff agrees) and see a late show at Joe's Pub, and Sunday we're going to clean/relax/and go see little Langston and his parents in the evening. The days just chalk themselves off if you're not careful. And it's rough for me, because I like to be quiet and still and just look at Craig - admire who he is - but when we're on the go we have fun, too.**Time to go find some sleep!