Between closing the winter issue of Venus and intensely working on a big freelance project, the inevitable has happened: I've finally lost my mind. Later this evening, I am going on a date that involves dinner at the restaurant Lovitt. Witness the mind-losing, as evidenced through this e-mail excerpt:
first e-mail: I called Lovitt, and we have the 9:00 dinner reservation. Is that too late for you? Are you too hungry? I don't want you falling over out of sleepiness.
ps: lovitt is byob. i have red wine; is that OK? or do you not feel like wine?
pps: also, lovitt's byob means no corkage fee. i think this rules. i think corkage fees are really lousy — especially lula's. i feel like if a restaurant doesn't have wine, then you should be able to bring your own. i mean, i've already bought the wine and i shouldn't have to pay them for the privilege of using their glasses. this is why tiny lovitt gets it right, and why lula brings out the miser in me. because i don't mind spending money on a nice dinner, but expensive corkage fees make me feel like i'm getting snookered.
ppps: lovitt records put out records by 400 years. you have no idea how excited i would be if, upon our arrival, the chef were all "tomlin! guess what? since you ate here last, we've decided to add LIVE MUSIC to the dining experience. and here is the re-formed 400 years!" and then, you know, the rockin' started. i do not think this will happen, nor would 400 years provide ideal music for mastication.
first e-mail: I called Lovitt, and we have the 9:00 dinner reservation. Is that too late for you? Are you too hungry? I don't want you falling over out of sleepiness.
ps: lovitt is byob. i have red wine; is that OK? or do you not feel like wine?
pps: also, lovitt's byob means no corkage fee. i think this rules. i think corkage fees are really lousy — especially lula's. i feel like if a restaurant doesn't have wine, then you should be able to bring your own. i mean, i've already bought the wine and i shouldn't have to pay them for the privilege of using their glasses. this is why tiny lovitt gets it right, and why lula brings out the miser in me. because i don't mind spending money on a nice dinner, but expensive corkage fees make me feel like i'm getting snookered.
ppps: lovitt records put out records by 400 years. you have no idea how excited i would be if, upon our arrival, the chef were all "tomlin! guess what? since you ate here last, we've decided to add LIVE MUSIC to the dining experience. and here is the re-formed 400 years!" and then, you know, the rockin' started. i do not think this will happen, nor would 400 years provide ideal music for mastication.
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