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Well, yesterday went pretty well. I had a decent day at the office- there were donuts at breakfast (they buy donuts for the office if someone has a birthday) and I got two, although I will never do that again, because these were Krispy Kreme or Au Bon Pain or something and were so saturated in sugar-goo that I could feel several body systems trying to petition for legal emancipation just so that they could leave. Lunch was fairly decent sushi (they order lunch here every day, but the menu yesterday was nice). I got a guy reinstalled over the course of the afternoon- hopefully his system will cooperate when he gets back in this morning, but Windows refused to start up after I installed one too many updates- and then managed to get some other stuff done. And then I went to dinner at a place I'd been meaning to visit since I started working here- the Jekyll and Hyde Club, on 57th and 6th.
It's a theme restaurant, and the theme is 'mad science'. There are skeletons in costumes at the front door. They put you through a speech from Mr. Eerie and a collapsing ceiling when you come in. Half the staff is in costume as people with names like Professor De Cease and Doctor... well, I don't remember the doctor's name, but he went around offering people bargains on transplantation procedures, things like 'oh, you don't really need that arm, do you? because I've got this lovely elephant trunk...' There are singing werewolf heads on the walls and talking mummies in between the tables, and a rotating, talking statue of Zeus, and a Sphinx head that descends from the ceiling and wishes small children a happy birthday- all kinds of stuff. If you're like me, and I know I am, it's a wonderful place even if the food is a little on the expensive side for ordinary fare.
I got mistaken for an employee by a woman who was herding small children in for a birthday dinner out on the town. This pleases me inordinately.
I wound up becoming a member, because members get a T-shirt and a souvenir cup and a bunch of neat junk, and at the level I bought the membership, a pass for four people to skip to the head of the line to get in on busy days. (Not Halloween and not New Year's, though. They have parties then. Big ones.) The membership ceremony involved getting up in front of all the other patrons and learning the Club Handshake and the Club Anthem and an enthusiastically silly dance with Professor DeCease, which was fine with me. I enjoyed that immensely, more than if I'd told them it was my birthday (there were two children, ages 7 and 11, having birthdays- why should I step on their toes?). All good.
When I got home I had some lovely dark chocolate waiting for me, and my cable company had sent me a free MP3 player as a premium for having gotten their high speed internet service, which is as good a present as any given that I wasn't expecting anything in my mailbox at all. So that's tres cool. And a random stranger complimented me on my outfit, which was the same one I'd been wearing at the club when I got mistaken for an employee- white blouse with gold buttons under a blue brocade Chinese embroidered vest- so that's also nice.
All in all, pretty good birthday. And hey, now I have something to block out those damn Rellacor commercials at the office.
It's a theme restaurant, and the theme is 'mad science'. There are skeletons in costumes at the front door. They put you through a speech from Mr. Eerie and a collapsing ceiling when you come in. Half the staff is in costume as people with names like Professor De Cease and Doctor... well, I don't remember the doctor's name, but he went around offering people bargains on transplantation procedures, things like 'oh, you don't really need that arm, do you? because I've got this lovely elephant trunk...' There are singing werewolf heads on the walls and talking mummies in between the tables, and a rotating, talking statue of Zeus, and a Sphinx head that descends from the ceiling and wishes small children a happy birthday- all kinds of stuff. If you're like me, and I know I am, it's a wonderful place even if the food is a little on the expensive side for ordinary fare.
I got mistaken for an employee by a woman who was herding small children in for a birthday dinner out on the town. This pleases me inordinately.
I wound up becoming a member, because members get a T-shirt and a souvenir cup and a bunch of neat junk, and at the level I bought the membership, a pass for four people to skip to the head of the line to get in on busy days. (Not Halloween and not New Year's, though. They have parties then. Big ones.) The membership ceremony involved getting up in front of all the other patrons and learning the Club Handshake and the Club Anthem and an enthusiastically silly dance with Professor DeCease, which was fine with me. I enjoyed that immensely, more than if I'd told them it was my birthday (there were two children, ages 7 and 11, having birthdays- why should I step on their toes?). All good.
When I got home I had some lovely dark chocolate waiting for me, and my cable company had sent me a free MP3 player as a premium for having gotten their high speed internet service, which is as good a present as any given that I wasn't expecting anything in my mailbox at all. So that's tres cool. And a random stranger complimented me on my outfit, which was the same one I'd been wearing at the club when I got mistaken for an employee- white blouse with gold buttons under a blue brocade Chinese embroidered vest- so that's also nice.
All in all, pretty good birthday. And hey, now I have something to block out those damn Rellacor commercials at the office.
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As an aside, are the PC's at your work of a fairly standardised model? We use sysprep'd images of the base PC setup to speed installs.
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That sounds like a cool place to eat.
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Glad to hear you had a good birthday, Camwyn
(Anonymous) 2005-05-11 12:35 am (UTC)(link)Of course, about three days out of five, my normal clothes include a weight vest that looks like something out of a high fantasy novel, so I'd be more likely to be mistaken for staff at a gamer con or something.
Silly posed picture (http://users.adelphia.net/~merrynh/cashew/grunion/dNNniceguy.jpg), though slightly outdated as there are another two 2.5lb plates on each shoulder at this point. Goofy lookin' fat guy warning.
- CD