Super Bon Bon

QOTD:

Some kind of verb, some kind of moving thing
Something unseen, some hand is motioning to rise, to rise, to rise

Too fat fat, you must cut clean
You gotta take the elevator to the mezzanine
Chump change, and it's on, super bon bon
Super bon bon, super bon bon...

"Super Bon Bon", Soul Coughing

Tonight was a great deal of fun. I met up with Matt, who had invited me out for Turkish food earlier. I found that the group also included Tom Limoncelli and Doug Hughes, who is one of the Invited Talks coordinator and a very fun guy to boot.

We walked maybe 20 minutes across town to Cazbar on North Charles Street, and which I can recommend to anyone wanting good food. I had a lovely lamb and mozarrella Pide (like a pizza but more ethnic :-), did not like the Raki, but enjoyed the Sierra Nevada well enough.

Lovely food and fun conversation...like the guy who needed a Windows box to run Dell monitoring software, but decided to replace Explorer with Blackbox window manager and some kind of Apple Spotlight-like tool for Windows. My jaw dropped. "You've come this close to making Windows enjoyable for me."

After settling up the bill (non-trivial with 20 people, but we made it) we walked back again. I got to talk with Tom, which was neat (see 2006 entries from LISA re: accidental stalking); always fun to indulge in a little bit of hero worship.

Me: Oh, check it out: it's the Barnes and Noble store! Let's go party there!

Tom: What?

Me: Yeah, I've heard all about it! Free tequila shots at the door, cashiers dancing on top of their tills, DJs 'til 10am...

Tom: Oh, you're thinking of Borders.

I got to see the USS Constitution, which since I've been devouring the Master and Commander books over the last year or so I simply must visit. (Don't know when exactly...)

And so back to the bar. And so to bed. (tm Samuel Pepys.)