First things first: Thanks for bearing with me in my blog absence. I try not to escape from this old blog too much, but sometimes it’s just not feasible to keep up. And, truth be told, I probably won’t be around quite as often for the next two weeks either, but fear not: once we’re all settled, regularly scheduled blogging will resume!
The townhouse is coming along quite nicely. The kitchen is about 98% finished (I have few small fun projects up my sleeve for it yet!), the guest room/office is set up my parents visit this week, our bedroom and bathroom are done, and I have the rest of the place all unpacked, organized, and clean just in time for Ted to arrive with the next load of stuff for me start all over again with. Of course, we have zero furniture in the whole joint except for our bedroom set and a blow up air mattress for my parents, so the place looks super clean and organized…and bare…but, baby steps. We’re getting there and I’m loving it so far!
Onto the good stuff!
On Thursday night I finally tried Dogtown for the first time with three friends after volunteering with the supper program. Rochester is famous for its white hots (and its love of garbage plates, which totally gross me out – click the link to read about them), so even though the menu was packed with nasty garbage plates and awesome dogs (including a Cincinnati style chili & cheese dog!) I tried a plain old Rochester white hot with sweet potato fries…and it was really good. Simple but really delicious. Consider me a convert to the Rochester white hot!
After dinner, I met up with my YP book club group at The Little Theatre for a 9:30 showing of The Great Gatsby. And it was just as terrible as expected. It wasn’t boring or unbearable and, thankfully, it didn’t even feel like it was two-and-a-half hours long. It just wasn’t amazing. The gangta rap music they played throughout the movie (set in the 1920s, mind you) was kind of ridiculous, and the costumes (which I had hoped would be the movie’s saving grace), weren’t that spectacular after all. The acting wasn’t awful, but it was a little cheesy and nobody really stood out as stellar. And while Baz Luhrman’s very eclectic style and across-the-screen-writing and music and camera angles worked for Romeo + Juliet and Moulin Rouge, it just didn’t work for Gatsby. I’m glad we saw it; we had fun seeing it together (and, of course, the Book Thieves are always fun to hang out with!), but we’re happy to move on to our next great read!
Friday night Becca and I saw Venus in Fur in the theatre’s Nextstage, which was definitely interesting and thought provoking (and funny). And that was only the start to the weekend… :) Stay tuned!
