Rotate the foodstuffs!

I had a productive day.  And by 'productive,' I actually mean 'enjoyable,' which isn't really the same at all.  I really did think about doing work, I did.  And then I decided to say fuck it, which I think may have even been the right choice.  Too late now if it wasn't.

At the ripe, early hour of noon I picked up talyr so we could go get lunch at the Pita Hut Grille, which... well, let's do this in LOLcat: OM NOM NOM.  It was so delicious.  Also Tal and I proved, once again, that we are the same person, as we not only ordered the exact same item (lamb kabob pita combo), but also snagged the same drink from the somewhat limited drink cooler (Snapple Iced Tea).  It was a stunning example of brain-share.  The pitas were VERY good, although I think I'll have to get the shawarma next time, since I do love me a column of rotisserie meat.  The really surprising thing was the texture of the meat -- I had been expecting chunks of lamb, but instead got patties of ground lamb (like a kofta kabob).  Not a bad thing, just unexpected.  I will be back.  Probably a lot.  I'll have to make myself walk or bike, otherwise I'll (1) singlehandedly treble our gasoline demand in this city; (2) become morbidly obese.  Seriously.  I could eat it every damn day.  Twice.  Vegetarians, I hear their falafel is stellar -- I'll have to try it.

So after our lovely meal, we scooted off down Morse Rd.  I know, why in the hell would anyone willingly drive down Morse Rd.?  Well, if you want to go from the Graceland area to Gahanna, it makes sense of a sort, especially if you're headed to this year's BIA Parade of Homes.  Fancy homes?  Check.  Excellent designs, both layout and decoration?  Check.  By the same token, a good amount of truly heedous designs, both in layout and decoration?  Check.  (Seriously, some of the things the builders had done... maybe I just have different tastes, but there was some godawful stuff in there that the fucking Pottery Barn would be ashamed to carry. 

Ooh, speaking of Pottery Barn.  In one of the homes, there was this little... computer nook?  Off the kitchen?  I don't really get it, but whatever.  The relevant thing to note here is that there was a massive clothespin, intended as some sort of wall-mounted note-hanger, just lying on the desk.  Like, 6x3x2.  Big.  My first thought, thanks to my horrible brokenness?  Nipple clamp.  Yep.

Anyway, Tal says that it was smaller this year, but that really suited me.  I did enjoy looking at all the fancy homes that I won't be living in (no seriously -- and I discovered a weird love of finished basements), but I was kind of getting a headache by the end, and I don't think I could have managed to wander through another seven homes.

But despite my headache, we persevered in our plan.  Our great cherry plan.  I mean, the Parade is only about eight miles from the Lynd Fruit Farm, and I had gotten an email from them yesterday, informing me that there were U-Pick cherries to be had, for only $1.50 a pound.  By the time we got there at about 3:30, the trees had been pretty damned picked over, but we still managed to get 3.2 lbs. of cherries.  [And in fact it wasn't just my perception -- the farm had planned to have U-Pick tomorrow, but they sent out an email canceling, due to the pickers who fell upon the orchard like locusts.]  By this point we were both tired and sweaty.  I dropped Tal off so she could meet a friend for dinner (at, hee, Pita Hut -- told you it was good), and headed home.

I intended to take a shower and then do something useful, I really did.  But then I remembered this delicious-sounding pizza place that opened recently in the Short North (bonoTOGO).  So I foolishly called comixologist and invited her along.  Foolishly not b/c I don't enjoy Comix's company -- I do -- but because it's bloody ComFest this weekend, so everywhere within ballistic strike distance of Goodale Park is a massive clusterfuck.

Needless to say, I spent probably fifteen minutes just getting down High St. from Com's, and I did not have my pizza.  Maybe tomorrow.

But by this point we were starving.  And Com works at a movie theatre, and can get people into movies free.  And the Lennox Center has chain restaurants far from the madding crowds.  So we had dinner at Champps, which... well, you know, I've only ever had a plate of cheese fries from a Champps, so I wasn't expecting much.  But I have to say I was pleasantly surprised.  It's no fine dining, but my Shrimp Po' Boy salad (just don't think too hard about it) was fresh and satisfying, and they had Leinenkugel's Sunset Wheat on special for $3 for a... Jesus, it had to have been at least a 20 oz. pour, probably more.  So that was acceptable.

And then we saw Wanted, which I intend to write more about later when it's not almost 3am.  In short, it had some violence gratuity issues, but it was pretty.  And I'd eat James McAvoy with a spoon, but that's neither here nor there.

And now I've been futzing around on the intertubes for, like, 3 hours.  Which is healthy.  Gnight!