Recently he visited Cheeseland and had a fabulous din din with a certain blogger and her gardener.
I can't wait till he gets to New York so we can go to Marco Polo for some Panini's and pasta and grappa!
Expect a full report.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Chickenlittle is spending his summer doing a dinner tour!
Recently he visited Cheeseland and had a fabulous din din with a certain blogger and her gardener.
I can't wait till he gets to New York so we can go to Marco Polo for some Panini's and pasta and grappa!
Expect a full report.
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No, it wasn't dinner. We met at the lakeside outdoor terrace on campus--the Memorial Union. Only brats were involved. They didn't drink, but we--a friend of mine and his wife--had been there a while and had split a couple pitchers. That's summer livin'. Althouse probably thinks I'm a lush.
Well, you are still a Wisconsin boy at heart, no?
Althouse looks thinner in that picture than others I have seen.
I think that's Meade. Althouse is busy turning the crank on the organ.
We met at the lakeside outdoor terrace...
Was this the first time you met in person?
Chickelit's Full of Promise Summer Livin' Tour
Yes to Allie and MamaM. I lost my WiFi and am typing this from iPhone which I hate. I'll be at Mem. Union tomorrow hanging out while the chitlins go shopping if anybody wants to meet up.
Wait a minute. There is no way that the evil blogger lady turns the lawnboy's crank. Just sayn'
That's Meade? I didn't recognize him without his hoe.
I would love to meet up with any of you TY commenters. Short notice is tough for me though.
I wish we could plan a TY meetup. I'd do my best to make it.
@60G--That fleece jacket is the giveaway. Nice that she bought him a new one, tho.
@Darcy--So does that mean you're willing to drop the restraining order?
New Years eve, Times Square, I'll be the guy in the 2013 glasses.
Doesn't work? Mardi Gras next year in New Orleans. I'll bring the beads. I am sure we can work out a trade...
LOL, Sixty and Chip.
NYE would be fun in Times Square!
Too damn cold.
You used CL's eharmony photo!
Hey blake, I had to drop a Jonathan Turdly at his blog since youse guys got all crazy over the latest attempt to drive blog hits and comments at TOP.
Hee hee.
It's supposed to be my day off today so I am blogging every other time as I send out UPS packages.
I went back to read your comment there, Troop. Then I was compelled to recomment on that fucking backwater blog. (Turdly's, that is.)
Thanks for nothin'!
But to answer your question, no, I hadn't heard that lately.
Well since Mr Turdley seems to be a Bears fan I felt it incumbent upon me to remind everyone that the New York Giants have won the Super Bowl. Again.
I am falling down on the job.
And not in good way like if I was drunk or something.
That joint is even more boring and insipid than TOP.
And the word most associated with TOP should not be lush....nothing in lush....think pinched.
Just sayn'
It amazing to me how you can go away for months and things are still the same.
Wait a minute .....that reminds me of a song!
Hey! Look em up when your near M'waukee!
I'll be wearing flip-flops and holding a beer.
Drat! Look ME up, not look EM up!
Hey and look up Titus when you are in P-town.
He will be wearing heels and holding a queer.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Did I just post that? For shame...
He begin Ptown this week. Leaving on Friday staying until Sunday. The place will be a mad house.
The 4th is a circuit weekend and all the hos from NYC, London and Paris are in town all roided up.
Lots of competition.
You really have to be at your best.
One small slip and you are toast.
Lots of brunch and dindin reseies have been confirmed. I hate it to death but in my Ivy World you do need to show up from time to time. Bank accounts, stock options, tits and bis will all be compared.
Lot so big name gays will be there this week, God help us.
After this week we will be there over the next 5 weekends. a weekend in Maine and finally a weekend on Nantucket and lastly the Berkshires for relaxation and rejuvy.
We were going to do either Fire Island or Rehoboth but I just wasn't up to the commitment.
5 Star Accomy's everywhere natch.
tits.
I think many of you already know this but I live in a very exclusive loft project-formerly a church.
It's a who's who of fabulous and the zip code is divine, walking distance to everything. Restaurants for days and a wait list to get into the place. Hello, George Bush's something or another lives here-Blake Gottesman-look him up-he's fucking hot.
Well Cambridge, being commie, requires that one loser get to buy a place for like a quarter of the price if there are like 10 or more units.
This gross straight couple won the lottery for it and have been here since the place opened. At the time she was in school and he was like some kind of counselor, gulp, for minority kids who come from broken homes-gross. They also pay like a quarter of the condo fees.
Well she has now graduated with her Phd from Harvard and is working at Harvard. They have purchased two new cars and get a new package from Amazon every day. The cars are like Honda's but still.
I fucking want them out or to pay their fair fucking share.
To make matter worse they are physically very unattractive and I believe that makes the building less enticing for potential buyers.
I talked to one of the fag fab real estate queens across from me and she totally agreed but said there was nothing we could do.
I was like fuck that.
tits.
Speaking of meet-ups: On second thought, Titus, don't bother to come down to St Paul's to meet me for lunch. You would be SO disgusted by the lumpy types who hang around a Catholic church.
I drive a 14-year-old, rusted Subaru (you'll find it in the church courtyard, but I can understand if you wish to avert your eyes if you're walking down Bow St.), and the best restaurant I can afford in fabulous Harvard Sq. is Fire & Ice. There's also Mr Bartley's or Grendel's. Some people wouldn't be caught dead in those joints. Too studenty and Harvardish. I usually make do with Dunkin' Donuts up the street. That's where the teachers at my school, construction workers, and the cops and EMT's dine.
There are quite a few Cambridges, but a limited supply of really fab ones.
TT, is that a "no" to Dolphin Seafood?
Up Mass Ave a bit, I've always enjoyed the Forest Cafe. Full of non-fab foodies.
Chip: Ate at Dolphin Seafood the other week. It was the end-of-the-year lunch for the staff at the school. Very good and a pleasant, professional atmosphere.
A semi-foodie piano teacher and I had bluefish in mustard sauce. Not at all slimy with a well-balanced sauce that managed to be creamy but not oily or heavy. Great bottle of New Zealand chard, as I recall. Very reasonable, about $14, and you CAN eat cheaper. The wine was the usual double retail, but I wasn't complaining.
Yes, that's a very good place. Thanks for mentioning it. Forgot all about it. Very handy to the school, too.
Been by the Forest Cafe a million times, but haven't been in. I should give it a try.
Also, the service at the Dolphin Seafood was first-rate. I could hardly believe it was so professional at those prices. Our waitress was either Brazilian or Eastern European—I couldn't tell—and she was quick, attentive and funny. I hope we left her a really good tip.
Yeah, that bluefish w/ mustard sauce is great.
I was fab before it was fab to be fab.
I'm a pre-fab.
You should see my pecks. Four of them make quite the bushel, if I say so myself.
My fab restaurant is so fab that they've gone beyond the food thing. Food is so last Tuesday. They help me find what I need and give me a *donut*! Such a cute name for the place - "The Hardware Store".
Every time I go into my fab basement I look up and think "My loft is upstairs. Like me, it's pre-fab".
I know you envy me.
Yeah, Turley's place is a cesspool. I've lost all patience with that crap.
Ima be like Tim and just make flute joints. Well, nothing so elegant. I'll make flash games. "Troll The House" and "Call 'Bullshit'!"
Haz--
I'm post fab. Though I don't make fab posts.
LOL, you guys.
I am sorta post-flab.
blake, you're absolutely right about Turley's blog, but I'm a weak-willed person who can't resist poking a confused old man with a rhetoric stick.
Don't have the stomach for that George Zimmerman thread, though. Makes TOP look like Lincoln-Douglas.
The Turley blog commenters are obnoxious. Yeah.
There many like that at TOP, too. But at least there is brilliant commentary in between.
I can't wait till he gets to New York so we can go to Marco Polo for some Panini's and pasta and grappa!
I took a trip to Italy by myself when I was 19. I tried bringing home a 2L bottle of home-made Barbera vino, a bottle of Spumonte, and a bottle of locally made grappa. Of the three, only the grappa made it back to Wisconsin. The spumunte uncorked itself on a train ride to Paris crossing the Maritime Alps. The vino bottle broke when I set the bag down too hard on the Paris train station platform--it spread quickly like blood at crime scene shooting. Needless to say, I packed and wrapped that grappa like a treasure. I took a train from Paris to Luxembourg and flew back to Chicago. It made it intact. I even remember the brand--Levi, made in a town named Caluso. I've never seen it over here.
Did you know that many grappas are high in wood alcohol (methanol)? Especially the little "home distillery" ones. The good news is that ethanol is the antidote to methanol poisoning so drinking grappa with methanol won't make you go blind.
Grappa won't make you go blind? Is that it???? That other thing was wrong??
A whole lifetime of self-discipline down the drain.
I am thankful I stick with moonshine - nothing ever goes wrong with that ststststststuu...
FYI-I am only fab this time of the year because oh I don't know why.
The rest of the year I am totally not fab, really.
tits.
Even though I gained a little pedigree I am still a midwestern farmer's daughter.
tits.
I guess the Titus Y-chromosome didn't live too long once it got off the farm.
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