Friday night

So, Friday night. Jules has left, I wrote most of yesterday but did nothing today. Bought books about food. At some point I will figure out what the hell I want to say about the trip to Ponta d’Ouro with him, but I have no idea when. OK, this weekend. Before Monday. Monday night.

So. Friday night. I did not want to go to the Troyeville with Max & Co. I called Katrien but she was at the airport on her way to Cape Town. I said maybe I will call our husband, seeing that she is out of town, and take him to dinner, and she said he might be going to the pondok with Princess and Thabo, and I said hell, even though we talk of him as our husband I am not really into that part where a wife has to do weekend away duty with the kid and the friend. I don’t even joke about it. She thought it was funny. I guess it is.

Dunno where Mitch is, called her earlier this week but am sure she’s with Bill. Ruby might still be in the Kruger Park. She said a week, but... is that five days, six days or seven/eight days? If you leave on a Friday, does it mean you are back the next Friday? Or do you then take that next weekend as well, which means that “a week” actually means “ten days”. I think if people are going away for ten days they say it. They don’t say “a week”. You think?

So. Friday night. I listened to the rain, and did other interesting things. The 3rd series of Boston Legal was at the video shop, so I got the first 2 disks. Eight eps. That was a helluva lot of fun.

I also ate some chocolate and drank some red wine. I don’t know if anybody else tried those new round little black 63% Lind Lindor special editions, but they are extraordinary. I remained puzzled round the question of why Lindt does not produce these in slab form, like the blue/red version where the blocks are already PRE-SEPERATED (!), and each perfect decapitated mini pyramid tastes like a bit of heavenly afterlife. So, with Jules coming last week, and us sharing that dark chocolate thing, I bought the blue Lindor slabs, and two slabs of the Woolies 70% cocoa organic chocolate. We took them in the cooler box on the road, so the Lindor remained in the cupboard, and I well, partook heartily of them tonight while gorging on the unadulterated wit of BLIII. I think I prefer the cubes in terms of texture. Somewhere between the pyramid and the sphere they lose the morbidity of the shell, while at the same time some air seems to slip in when they fill those little balls up, so... the end result is not quite as dense as the original. When you do the balls, you always have to get in a little munch with your teeth, while the decapitated pyramids just melt in your mouth. Either way it is impossible to be depressed after a hit of the ganache. My eyes roll right back in their sockets and my stabilisers become unstable, which is why I try not to eat these in company, unless I have already served coffee and brandy.

About the BLIII: it just seems to be getting better and better. When we were doing Font, which starts with Luke inheriting the shop, we struggled to find a way to get to the core of what if funny about death. It’s hard. Somehow the show did not seem quite the right place to pitch a person’s demise quite in the same direction as Six Feet Under: it is a comedy, and one wants a laugh-a-minute. On the death of Daniel and the theft of his body parts in episode uh, six, I think it is, I nearly rolled off the couch in the grips of mirth. I don’t know what it is about SA sitcoms, but we just seem to be afraid to go all the way. But anyway.

The other thing I got to do tonight is download the Sarah Silverman “I’m fukin’ Matt Damon” video from YouTube. It’s done, now, it took forever, but it was worth the wait. It is hilarious. And that’s it, I think, for Friday night. I have the DVD of ONCE, still, but I think I have had enough fun for one night. That funky Irish low-budget-badly-shot coma-paced piece of art is just going to have to wait until I have nothing better to do.