Jewish Big Bird
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tinhuvielThe day started out poorly.
I reached my hand too high on the metal door to the room where Syd and Nancy (the nesting couple) reside, and Pinky, one of their grown babies, decided to take a chunk out of my finger. I had to flick my hand to get him off, and he came off easily enough, but I bled like a sonnamabeetch. I washed my hand, and rinsed with alcohol, then lathered the wound with neosporin and bandaged it. It has settled seriously sore.
A couple of hours later, I was going down the stairs, missed a step, and tumbled downwards, smacking my bionic knee on the opposite wall. It hurt like a sonnamabeetch, but I figured HEY! It's bionic, it'll be okay.
But it just hurt more as the day went on.
So about six hours later, I asked the Mother Unit to take me to Urgent Care. By then, I didn't know what leg to limp on, so my gait can only be described as being pretty much identical to Big Birds. That's pretty damned pathetic.
The doc took x-rays and didn't see any damage done to the replacement, which was a huge relief, but he's still gonna have the radiologist give it the once-over on Monday. If anything hideous is found, he said they'd call. He sent me home with a prescription, and away we went.
We dropped off the prescription, then the Mother Unit asked if I wanted to grab a bite to eat whilst we waited for it to be filled. I'm not proud, so I said sure. We ended up going to the City Delicatessen a real live Jewish deli (even though they do serve some pork, but hey, nobody's perfect). We had potato knishes as an appetiser, the Unit had the Bronx Burger, I had cheese blintzes, and we split a piece of Boston Cream Pie the size of the monolith from 2001: A Space Odyssey.
OH
DEAR
GOD
As someone who has lived in an area where the only real Jewish food you could get was from the Temple B'Nai Israel when they had their annual bake sale, I was fully prepared to do some sort of glorious crippled Jewish Big Bird Bottle Dance in celebration. Maybe I can do it in a day or so, as I brought home enough leftovers to do me the next two or three meals.
The food is seriously weep-worthy, and I'll be jonesin' to go back as soon as my take-home food is gone. Holy moly, it's unreal how good it was!
One thing that happened whilst we were there was a juke box war I ended up having with this 50's-age couple who were seated a few booths away. They were hellbent on playing the most hellish songs from their booth-located juke box, and I just couldn't let it be. If memory serves, here's part of our serve/volley repertoire.
Them: "Brown Eyed Girl" by Van Morrison
Me: "Another One Bites the Dust" by Queen
Them: "Cat's in the Cradle" by Harry Chapin
Me: "That's the Way (uh-huh uh-huh) I Like It" by KC and the Sunshine Band
Them: "I'll Be There" by the Jackson Five
Me: "One Thing Leads to Another" by the Fixx
Them: "First Time Ever I Saw Your Face" by Roberta Flack
Me: "Sussudio" by Phil Collins
When they both started to groove to "Sussudio," I knew that I had won. So there, muthas!
And that's all I have to report for now.
The end.
I reached my hand too high on the metal door to the room where Syd and Nancy (the nesting couple) reside, and Pinky, one of their grown babies, decided to take a chunk out of my finger. I had to flick my hand to get him off, and he came off easily enough, but I bled like a sonnamabeetch. I washed my hand, and rinsed with alcohol, then lathered the wound with neosporin and bandaged it. It has settled seriously sore.
A couple of hours later, I was going down the stairs, missed a step, and tumbled downwards, smacking my bionic knee on the opposite wall. It hurt like a sonnamabeetch, but I figured HEY! It's bionic, it'll be okay.
But it just hurt more as the day went on.
So about six hours later, I asked the Mother Unit to take me to Urgent Care. By then, I didn't know what leg to limp on, so my gait can only be described as being pretty much identical to Big Birds. That's pretty damned pathetic.
The doc took x-rays and didn't see any damage done to the replacement, which was a huge relief, but he's still gonna have the radiologist give it the once-over on Monday. If anything hideous is found, he said they'd call. He sent me home with a prescription, and away we went.
We dropped off the prescription, then the Mother Unit asked if I wanted to grab a bite to eat whilst we waited for it to be filled. I'm not proud, so I said sure. We ended up going to the City Delicatessen a real live Jewish deli (even though they do serve some pork, but hey, nobody's perfect). We had potato knishes as an appetiser, the Unit had the Bronx Burger, I had cheese blintzes, and we split a piece of Boston Cream Pie the size of the monolith from 2001: A Space Odyssey.
OH
DEAR
GOD
As someone who has lived in an area where the only real Jewish food you could get was from the Temple B'Nai Israel when they had their annual bake sale, I was fully prepared to do some sort of glorious crippled Jewish Big Bird Bottle Dance in celebration. Maybe I can do it in a day or so, as I brought home enough leftovers to do me the next two or three meals.
The food is seriously weep-worthy, and I'll be jonesin' to go back as soon as my take-home food is gone. Holy moly, it's unreal how good it was!
One thing that happened whilst we were there was a juke box war I ended up having with this 50's-age couple who were seated a few booths away. They were hellbent on playing the most hellish songs from their booth-located juke box, and I just couldn't let it be. If memory serves, here's part of our serve/volley repertoire.
Them: "Brown Eyed Girl" by Van Morrison
Me: "Another One Bites the Dust" by Queen
Them: "Cat's in the Cradle" by Harry Chapin
Me: "That's the Way (uh-huh uh-huh) I Like It" by KC and the Sunshine Band
Them: "I'll Be There" by the Jackson Five
Me: "One Thing Leads to Another" by the Fixx
Them: "First Time Ever I Saw Your Face" by Roberta Flack
Me: "Sussudio" by Phil Collins
When they both started to groove to "Sussudio," I knew that I had won. So there, muthas!
And that's all I have to report for now.
The end.
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Date: 2013-07-28 06:22 am (UTC)I'm better than I used to be, but I'm kind of always missing San Diego a bit, so I'm living vicariously through the places you go. :)
I love that you countered with KC & the Sunshine Band.
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Date: 2013-07-28 06:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-28 06:57 am (UTC)And we are totally going to meet and have great times. Of that I have no doubt. :)
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Date: 2013-07-28 07:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-28 07:30 am (UTC)Jewish,,.
Date: 2013-07-28 07:25 am (UTC)Sorry to hear about your misfortune, but as my T-shirt states "Shit happens". Hope that you will heal properly.
"Dueling jukeboxes", that was a novelty! I certainly prefer the old-fashioned ones, with pistols for two, and breakfast for one, as in the good old days (yes, I am VERY old!).
Live well, my dear,
Yours Truly,
Oleander 56
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Date: 2013-07-29 03:11 am (UTC)Hope your wounds heal quickly.
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