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It was a busy and mighty fine weekend. On Friday night, we ate dinner with my boyfriend's co-worker and his wife here. The bread was to die for, and the turkey soup was good. On Saturday, we got up and had breakfast here, otherwise known as the home of the best grits on the planet. We had the chorizo and eggs with roasted chiles, pozole, and avocado. I eschewed the chorizo because whoa. I'm just not a big sausage eater. But the grits = sublime as always. We then headed here to see the photography exhibit, which was excellent and quite moving and you should all go. Next was a trip here to see another photography exhibit which, while not as good as the first, was still cool. Seeing Fats Domino's ruined piano sort of made me want to cry, though. We stopped here for lunch because I decided I had to eat or might freak out. We then walked down the street in a cloud of garlic to a tattoo parlor where the clerk had created giant holes in his earlobes that I could not help but stare at with my mouth agape like he was a museum exhibit himself. Later that day, I watched last week's Deadwood (LOVED Al's song), and we headed here. It was great to be out in the Quarter and to see so many other people out enjoying the art galleries, the drinks, and the music. It was one of those evenings that makes a girl feel hopeful for the city. We headed here for a late dinner of sushi rolls, miso soup, and cucumber salad, and then we enjoyed the best thing we ate all weekend, which was here, where I had half a scoop of Italian chocolate gelato with a half a scoop of peanut butter gelato. Whoever decided to make peanut butter gelato is clearly a genius. It was the best thing I have eaten in recent memory, and I can't wait to go back. Some obnoxious guy evidently was not tuned into the youthful enthusiasm of the adorable teen behind the counter who was giving us taste after taste and rudely announced that this gelato was nothing like the gelato he'd had in Italy. Go back to Italy, then, you jackass. This gelato was perfect. Sunday morning, it was muffins from the market and a game of Scrabble before I headed home to do more wedding dress shopping with my sister. I think she's narrowed it down to a final few, and she looks goddess-like in all of them. Last night was dinner with her and my parents, an episode of Battlestar Galactica, and the unpleasant experience of having a completely clogged ear. Yes! Lovely, I know. It seems to be doing better this morning in that I can actually hear out of it again, so I guess that's a start towards recovery. I started The History of Love by Nicole Krauss, and I can definitely see how people see it as similar to the latest book by her husband. I'm not too far into it so I can't speak to the similarity of the plots, but it just has the same overall spirit and vibe, at least so far. Meanwhile, I'm close to being done with season one of Battlestar, and as much as I like it, I think I'm going to have to step away from it for a while and see some actual movies again. I'm really looking forward to watching Tsotsi and L'Enfant, and I can't wait until Little Miss Sunshine arrives around here somewhere. I watched Kevin Smith guest-host with Roeper this weekend, and he loved Half Nelson so much that he said it's one of the best movies he's seen in the last ten years and seriously was just kind of losing his mind over how outstanding it is. I'm always down for a teacher / student film, and this one definitely sounds like it's got a bit of a hardcore twist, so I can't wait until it shows up here. (I hope it does.) God, I wish I were eating some of that gelato right now. 
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