The Weekend ...
We kicked it off by catching the Neko Case concert at the Crystal Ballroom ... but despite getting some decent seats up in the balcony, the show was only so-so; she was having instrument problems and just wasn't charismatic enough to capture the crowd's full attention. It was really warm on the floor, at least we had a bit of AC up in the balcony. There were some highlights, usually when she wailed out a long, soulful burst of vocals that filled the entire hall, but those were too few and far between to make the show a uniformly enjoyable one. I'd like to see her again, though.
Saturday night, we hung out in St. Johns, and caught Superman Returns at the St. Johns Theatre for six bucks(!) ... never been to this theatre before, and it's nice that McMenamin's doesn't have a stranglehold monopoly on the pub/pizza theatre model. The film itself was thoroughly enjoyable.
We were hanging out on my porch Sunday night when boy_asunder dropped by to check out my hood, so we chatted with him for awhile about where he should buy a home. I showed him the house at the end of my street that's up for sale, but I think he's going to wimp out and buy a condo.
The Hang had to work on Monday, and I didn't, but I grabbed a bunch of work and kept her company at her office for the afternoon. Played poker Monday night at a friend's house on Lake O. Yesterday, we had a picnic at Washington Park with a whole slew of friends, and the plan was to catch the baseball game with fireworks after, but decided to bail on the game since my allergies were kicking up (and we were pooped). I think we were both asleep by 10, despite the cacophony of neighborhood pyrotechnics.
The Sweetest Woman in the World ...
Yesterday afternoon, we were scrambling to put a Greek cucumber salad together for the picnic, so we were in the store trying to remember the ingredients. After deciding to use whole cherry tomatoes, The Hang reached for a little carton of organic ones, which still had the stems on.
"But if we get those, we'll have to remove all the seeds," I said.
The word I meant, of course, was stems, and although I realized that I said seeds, I didn't bother correcting myself, since the regular cherry tomatoes, on the shelf immediately above the organic ones, had no stems. Thus, for some reason, I contented myself that she knew what I was talking about.
"Huh?" She asked. "Why remove them first? People just eat them like that."
I was preoccupied by something ... maybe trying to determine if we were forgetting something, or thinking that we were running late, or something, but I had already resolved the seed/stem mix-up in my own mind to the point where I thought she was referring to stems (even though I'd said, quite clearly, seeds).
So, puzzled by her statement, I insisted that we get the stemless ones. I said: "Really? I don't think I've ever eaten one like that. It actually sounds kind of gross."
She looked at me like I was nuts, then shrugged.
At home, I started mixing up the dressing, and The Hang got to work on slicing all the veggies. I looked over after I was done, and saw that she had sliced up about half the cherry tomatoes, and had carefully removed the seeds from each one.
Laughing, I asked her what she was doing. "Well, you said you don't like the seeds!"
Then I understood.
Simultaneously chagrined and bursting with affection for this woman, I gave her a tight bear hug that lasted about a minute.
I swear, the stuff she has to put up with from me, and the stuff she does for me. I love her so damn much. :)