a history of me

My weight is heading in the right direction again, thank goodness. I'm almost back to my pre-wedding level after two days of working out so it seems the weight is disappearing about as quickly as it manifested itself.

Mom came to town for the weekend and she wanted to eat dinner at one of "my" Japanese restaurants around town. Since she's staying downtown I thought a good choice would be Yakitori Taisho. Of course, Salena came down to join us. The food was very tasty but I was little disappointed Mom didn't try something new. The menu at that restaurant is chock full of things neither of them has ever eaten. Salena took a chance or two but Mom just ordered "spare ribs," like you see in Chinese restaurants. Fortunately, she did have a little sake instead of her usual white wine.

After dinner a trip to the movies was proposed. Salena and I had been discussing the new documentary The Aristocrats over the weekend. We both wanted to see it and we gambled that Mom would too. We were right! All it took was the regrettable investment of buying one copy of the New York Post (yuck). The movie was actually playing at the nearby Union Square cinemas, one of the theaters I went to for an interview this summer. Not getting hired still pisses me off but I don't want to deviate from the story at hand.

Anyway, the movie is fucking hilarious. Do yourself a favor and don't do too much research into the film. I'll give you the basic premise: it's a documentary featuring comedians discussing and telling a dirty joke that has apparently stood the test of time by being retold and reimagined over and over and over. While you can know many versions of the joke and still be surprised by the next version, I think the movie works best when you don't have any preconceived notions of what the joke is about. So don't look it up online and ruin it; just go see this movie.