Thank You Keanu Reeves

My dreams lately have been more vivid than normal. It’s, for the most part, a real treat. But last night was a nightmare night, and that was equally as impressive. I won’t bring it back to life by telling the story here, but at 3am I was up, panting and pacing. I read my email, a magazine, some blogs, and nothing was doing the trick. So I popped in “The Lake House” DVD we borrowed from the library. And just like that I was soothed, transported to a world of mushy time-travel romance. Perfect. Now I’m watching “The Libertine,” which I think will not be as restful but still seems worth seeing.

Last night we threw a little dinner party in honor of Sarah’s visit. We laid waste to Zabar’s and then took our booty home to create a tapas paradise. We put out four types of olives (cured, sardine-stuffed, cocktail mix with gherkins, Spanish green), two types of bread (sesame, Italian), about five types of crackers (I forget), four cheeses (cheddar, gouda, goat, brie), two types of knishes (cabbage, garlic potato), some kind of chunks of cured meat, pine nut hummus, white beans, rosemary olive oil, lemon thyme balsamic vinegar, tomato and mozzarella salad… I think I’m forgetting a thing or two. For dessert we had a dark chocolate stacked pastry, lace cookies and cheese blintzes with elderberry jam. Jody, James and Charles joined us. Much wine was drunk and plenty of fun went around.

Damon told us what happened to him that afternoon. He’d gone down to the post office to pick up a package for Sarah (She’d had some things shipped to her here) while she was in the shower. She signed the slip over to him, which he gave to the woman behind the pickup window along with his ID. You have to hand over your license if you pick up something not in your name. He watched the woman wander around within sight for a while, and then she vanished into the back. After about 10 minutes went by with no return of the woman Damon went and knocked on the manager’s office door. He explained the situation. They guy looked confused and said he’d be right back. Five minutes later the manager came back and said, “Can you describe for me the woman who was helping you?” Damon did so and the guy was gone for another five minutes. Finally the manager came back with Damon’s ID and Sarah’s package. He said, “Can you add anything to your description of this woman?” Damon did and the manager said, “Okay. Well we found your ID and package sitting on a shelf in the back. But no one working here remotely matches that description. So… Hmmmmm….” I’m so jealous I wasn’t there. But now I think Damon should call the three credit bureaus, just to be safe. At least in NY our social security numbers aren’t on our licenses.

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12 responses to this post.

  1. Deliciousness: Zabar’s and Keanu Reeves.
    The last time we were in NYC, Keanu was in the audience of a play we were seeing at Lincoln Center. He was a couple of rows in front of us. During intermission, I spotted him on the lower lobby level and went downstairs so I could see how tall he was. I stood a few feet from him and pretended to be looking around for someone else. I am a dork, but I did discover that he is several inches taller than me.
    Sometime I will post about my bathroom encounter with Mary Tyler Moore.

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  2. Deliciousness: Zabar’s and Keanu Reeves.
    The last time we were in NYC, Keanu was in the audience of a play we were seeing at Lincoln Center. He was a couple of rows in front of us. During intermission, I spotted him on the lower lobby level and went downstairs so I could see how tall he was. I stood a few feet from him and pretended to be looking around for someone else. I am a dork, but I did discover that he is several inches taller than me.
    Sometime I will post about my bathroom encounter with Mary Tyler Moore.

    Reply

  3. Deliciousness: Zabar’s and Keanu Reeves.
    The last time we were in NYC, Keanu was in the audience of a play we were seeing at Lincoln Center. He was a couple of rows in front of us. During intermission, I spotted him on the lower lobby level and went downstairs so I could see how tall he was. I stood a few feet from him and pretended to be looking around for someone else. I am a dork, but I did discover that he is several inches taller than me.
    Sometime I will post about my bathroom encounter with Mary Tyler Moore.

    Reply

  4. Deliciousness: Zabar’s and Keanu Reeves.
    The last time we were in NYC, Keanu was in the audience of a play we were seeing at Lincoln Center. He was a couple of rows in front of us. During intermission, I spotted him on the lower lobby level and went downstairs so I could see how tall he was. I stood a few feet from him and pretended to be looking around for someone else. I am a dork, but I did discover that he is several inches taller than me.
    Sometime I will post about my bathroom encounter with Mary Tyler Moore.

    Reply

  5. Deliciousness: Zabar’s and Keanu Reeves.
    The last time we were in NYC, Keanu was in the audience of a play we were seeing at Lincoln Center. He was a couple of rows in front of us. During intermission, I spotted him on the lower lobby level and went downstairs so I could see how tall he was. I stood a few feet from him and pretended to be looking around for someone else. I am a dork, but I did discover that he is several inches taller than me.
    Sometime I will post about my bathroom encounter with Mary Tyler Moore.

    Reply

  6. Deliciousness: Zabar’s and Keanu Reeves.
    The last time we were in NYC, Keanu was in the audience of a play we were seeing at Lincoln Center. He was a couple of rows in front of us. During intermission, I spotted him on the lower lobby level and went downstairs so I could see how tall he was. I stood a few feet from him and pretended to be looking around for someone else. I am a dork, but I did discover that he is several inches taller than me.
    Sometime I will post about my bathroom encounter with Mary Tyler Moore.

    Reply

  7. I would love to hear about your encounter with Mare. I’m a big fan.

    Reply

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