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Beef Bourguignon
Bitchin' Baked Paella Risotto Magic Stuffed Salmon Chicken Wild Rice Soup Chili Prawn Penne 3 2 1 Spatchcock! Tomato Basil Fettuccine Chili Con Seppo Blueberry Boat Roast Marinated Buffalo Mozzerella Grilled Swordfish with Mango Salsa Miss. Highco's Creme Brulee
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 Sufjan Stevens - Come on Feel the Illinois
  The Hold Steady - Separation Sunday
 Nickel Creek - Why Should the Fire Die
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Monday, May 31, 2004
 My Monkey is Grilled!
More recovery time please! Another big weekend with plenty o' birthday fun. Friday night checked out the newly opened Mint Bar at the Intercontinental Hotel for Ms. Highco's birthday. No Buzz. The place was attempting to be trendy, with industrial minimalist fittings circa 2003. Plasma TV's played Kylie, and table service was offered, but it still felt like someone's basement. Several references were made to placing our keys in a bowl, as it had a certain sleazy swingers vibe. I will not be returning unless dragged (or drugged). Saturday I attended an interesting party in which I showed up with a case of Carlton Draft, only to find that they had a waiter their to serve everyone cocktails and such. I walked around for the rest of the party with a beer in one hand and a martini in the other, and learned quite a bit about the art of breeding Japanese fighting fish (first rule of thumb, males don't play well with other males). I was dressed a bit like "Guns" Springsteen, so I really didn't fit the part. There was a lot of sugar daddy with young men kinda thing going on, and it freaked me out a bit. There was a beautiful trendy lookin' Sydney type thing who I tried to do a bit of what what flirt flirt with, until she showed me the Vogue expose on her and her partner's lesbian wedding. The brie was good, however.
... Seppo 12:55 pm...
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