all of beautiful post-coital LA was condensed into BLD this morning. a few couples had beautiful babies, and i found myself wondering whether they had been conceived before brunch at BLD. but that would be nearly impossible, as BLD is newish. s and i debated on whether it was "ok" for me to stare and smile and coo at babies for more than a few polite minutes. he thinks parents appreciate my attention to their genetic pairing, but i think i must be annoying, like the people who always want to pet your french bulldog on the street and ask obvious questions.
i had a wild mushroom fritatta with spinash, shallots and aged goat cheese! s had the turkey burger. as for the sides, we played our usual game. he asked me to order the fries, to liberate me from my health nut thing; he, in turn, ordered a side salad, so that i couldn't admonish him for ordering the fries. sound complicated? this meant only that we were to switch in minutes.
the coffee was amazing at bld. gotta find out whether it was illy.
so we are heading to oasis in the ghetto in echo park for a brunch/mimosa fest by the pool. this is *the* party house for the summer, and this is *the* party to kick off teej's departure to bulgaria to film some sci-fi thriller. au revoir, teej! can we housesit?
earlier in the morning, things were not so auspicious. i felt it my duty to go to easter service so that i could honestly tell my mom i did. s went to parochial school and is anti-religion but agnostic...he's lapsed. i was raised lutheran but have studied histories of religions and am of an open mind...with the loftiest ideals and basest temptations. i am disgusted by the bigotry of the church, but easter is supposed to be about renewal, about some hope. so...i convinced him. we despise all this new-agey rock session stuff, so opted for what looked like a traditional lutheran place in our hood. martin luther would have nailed HIMSELF to door the church at worms with 99 reasons not to go to this church. instead, 400 years later, I got scarred.
count down from 99:
99. "viva las vegas" page in bulletin
98. scary pastor in muscle shirt with no vocal inflections
97. chinese gangster directly in front of us in over-tailored suit has a problem cracking his ringed knuckles and bobbing his head in affirmation...in sync
96. that rock-pop idol-gospel horrific hymnal music
95. the gladiator audio clips. wtf?
we snuck out and ran down the street!!
needless to say, i will be practicing my "spiritual devotional" (read: augustine) sola for a long time to come. i don't appreciate anyone insulting my intelligence. i will not be evangelazing and touting my own hypocrisy. ugh! revolting!
