On Friday night, I watched the DVD of Goodfellas. It’s as good as I remember it.
On Saturday, Anne and the kids went down to her friend’s house at the beach, and I met up with several of my friends from ACME, including Shane, (who you should be reading if you’re not already) and went to Canter’s Deli in the Fairfax district. Canter’s is a true Los Angeles institution, where hipsters routinely share the room with octogenarians, and you’re just as likely to get cussed out by the 70 year-old waitress as you are to get patted on the head and called “honey.” It’s rad. Saturday night I played poker for about 3 hours. I’m saving the details for a cool poker story . . . but oh my god. I’m back on my game, and it feels good!
On Sunday, Anne and the kids came home fairly early. We dropped them at the movies, and ran tons of errands while we were “kid-free.” For dinner on Sunday night, I made Beercan Chicken on my grill, which is usually really good, but this time something went horribly wrong, and when I opened the grill to turn the bird around, there was fire shooting out its ass, and smoke shooting out its head! I figure that there was a lot of fat on the bird that caught fire as it was dripping off. The whole skin got charred, and popped off in one piece when I touched it (think the Turkey in Christmas Vacation) but the chicken itself was incredibly good. Nolan declared that it was the “best chicken ever.”
Yesterday, my parents invited us up to their house for an end of summer barbeque, and swimming. It was the first time all summer I went in their pool, which is really kind of sad. We played swimming pool wiffle ball, and had our first and last family dinner of the summer.
It was over 100 all weekend, but we finally have air conditioning! I got one of those wireless thermometers, so I can see what the outside temperature is compared to the inside, and I loved seeing OUTSIDE: 104 INSIDE: 79
Ryan started school today. Holy crap. I’m the parent of a 10th grader.