Livin' on the Edge

Okay, so I might be a little sick of the blog thing, but I wanted to tell you this (don't worry, I might get back into it more regularly...someday). Last night N and I decided to go out for our "Valentine's Day" dinner to avoid the crowds on Tuesday. We had reservations at Gyu-Kaku on La Cienega, but once we got there, I saw it was right next door to Fogo de Chao, a Brazillian steakhouse that I'd heard about. A pricey one, at that. So, after a minute of debate (not debate, really, but heavy-duty decision-making), we decided to ditch Gyu-Kaku and live it up at the $$$$ meat-on-a-stick extravaganza. It was good, but whatever with that. Halfway through our meal, I see N is distracted, so I ask what's up. He's looking over my head and says, "I'm trying to figure out if that's someone fame...oh my god, it's Aerosmith!" Seriously, Joe Perry, Steven Tyler and a gaggle of people were walking in! It was a motley crew (pun sort of intended) of people, with young kids (not their dates, as N would like you to believe), senior citizens, possible bodyguards, and roadies, all traveling as a pack, even to the restroom (we think), and especially to the salad bar, which is exactly where we were sitting (not on the salad bar, but three feet from). For the record, Steven Tyler piles his salad plate high and eats off other people's plate in line (presumably people he was with), and Joe Perry puts olive oil (or it might've been vinegar) on his bread slices. It was funny to watch little pockets of the restaurant and their reactions to the group. People our age were not-so-subtely pointing or taking cell-phone pictures. A group of nicely dressed seniors were completely oblivious. It was pretty exciting, I have to say.

In other news, things I haven't felt like writing about include finally unpacking every last box, N's birthday (thanks for coming to the party. I think the neighbors have recovered by now), my mom's week-long visit, my new commuting hours (I haven't felt like killing myself in a week!), and Dick Cheney shooting some guy (that is just classic).