I called Sarah tonight to let her know that I had a whole roll of her film ensleeved in a plastic negative page thing. Right. She asked what I was going to be up to tonight. I don’t remember for sure if I had yet eaten my advanced bachelor chow yet: leftover rice from Tariq (up the street), rice and chicken from Sarah’s house (a totally different kind), some bacon and eggs hash from a week or so ago, and a half a gallon of Huy Fong Chili Garlic Sauce. Apply microwaves, do a dance in your underpants, take out the trash, and eat while watching scratchy network programming roll up your television. I had to toss out the uncooked bacon, which implies to me that it had not enough nitrates in it — or I am not eating bacon fast enough. It was expensive pork tummy, too, so I’d say the latter. Note to self: eat bacon nonstop.
I spent some time researching GalleryCon 2007: MPLSLOLZ. Yes, I know, I said that I was doing this a month ago, and that Melody had taken over and moved the venue to San Francisco, but shit happens, and now it’s back. I visited the websites of the following restaurants that have private rooms: Azia, Dakota Jazz Club, Solera, Murray’s, The Capital Grille, Manny’s Steak House, Palamino, Bellanotte, Nicollet Island Inn, Nochee, La Belle Vie, Fugaise, Zelo, Vincent - A Restaurant, jP American Bistro, Cosmos. I think that I might call some contacts I have, like foodies with food blogs, a professional wingwoman, and a professional chef. Then again, maybe I’ll start with the emailing. I do have that fear of cold calling friends. I’m leaning towards sticking everyone in the downtown Hyatt or the on-campus Radisson. Oh yeah, the date might be August 25th, or September 15th — one of those weekends. Twelve to fifteen rooms?
Time to stop blathering and make a picture post.