10/23/2004
Eating at the bar
Yesterday in the afternoon Kim came to help reorganize my apartment. So much of reorganizing is really just throwing old stuff out. What I needed Kim to do was to tell me that it was OK to dispose of things like my large collection of defunct cellular phones and accessories, old bank and stock statements from three years ago, the plastic cases that CDs come in, and to give GoodWill clothing and clocks that I'll never use. We made a ton of progress and created about two hundred pounds of garbage. I even disposed of a lot of old ChannelWave history that I can finally say is never going to be worth anything either for sentimental reasons or for the people who will attempt to write a biography of the great Internet entrepreneurs.
Kim is a nice girl. She surprised me by being Asian. Her last name didn't seem Asian. She is studying accountingand has a boy friend. She had to leave at five because a friend of hers was having a 21st birthday party. I was off to my own little 31st birthday celebration with Sarah after she left.
Sarah and I went to the Elephant Walk. She had never been there before despite having lived in Brookline or at least nearly living in Brookline for many years at Simmons, hanging out at MIT fraternities, and hanging out with me in Coolidge Corner. We didn't make a reservation and although we got there early at 7 PM they were already posting a one hour and a half wait. Luckily Sarah and I are just two people and we both enjoy and normally prefer to sit at the bar to eat. Being a fan of eating at the bar is a powerful and liberating experience. Two nights ago we ate at the bar at the Cheesecake factory by choice so that we could view the highlights of the Red Sox - Yankees ALCS series. They showed the highlights of every Red Sox - Yankees game since the last series including the regular season match-ups.
I find that eating at the bar has so many advantages over eating at a table. The obvious one is that you don't need to wait at a table. You also are closer to the person you are dining with so you can whisper in their ear to report on eavesdropping on someone or just have a quiet conversation. The bar features that bartender, an extra new friend, who is captive and usually quite friendly. Because the bartender is captive they tend to serve you faster and there is less hailing of the waiter or waitress. Usually you can see televisions showing sporting events or in the case of the Elephant Walk, the cooking channel. The bar also features strangers.
In the case of the Elephant Walk last night a very social man sat down next to us and started chatting. He was an MD who was now in business school before starting his internship. We weren't sure if he was gay or not and had to wait until his partner came fifteen minutes into our conversation to find that he was with a woman.
Today is the World Series. The last time the Red Sox were in the World Series was 1986. I was 13 then. Now I am 31. The World Series last time was marked by my birthday as well. Bill Buckner let the famous ball through his legs during my Bar Mitzvah reception. My dad and I are going to the game tonight. It should be awesome. I love watching Wakefield and the knuckleball.
Sarah is off fighting with Chloe because Chloe keeps trying to eat the flowers. We will try to get some views of the leaves before I head out to the game. We'll leave Chloe behind because you can't really walk a cat in the woods unless they are a Tiger or something big like that.


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