Reading: Little Men

Moving: Biked to work: 13.5 miles

Listening: Santana

Learning: about the Craftsman bungalows in Roswell, New Mexico

21 April 2000: Cherry Cricket

RDC suggested supper at the Cherry Cricket and I was powerless to resist. The first time I had a burger from there was the night we took my leg to the emergency room, and a half pound of beef suited me just fine. I'm sure a half pound exceeded how much was really called for, but I do believe there's something in the logic of animal protein from muscle to build up destroyed human muscle. Not, of course, that my fall engendered any muscle damage, but when I want to rationalize, I do.

So anyway. This was the first time I've been in the bar. What woodwork shows through the Michelob mirrors and sports pennants is cricket green. Despite the smoke, the sports, the television, and the green, we had a wonderful supper. The Cricket's menu proclaims better food than a place this casual should have, and it's right.

RDC had biked downtown and spent the afternoon at the Tattered Cover LoDo, drinking coffee and reading in the café, not having his bike stolen, and finding out that David Eggers wasn't going to be there at 7:30. The bike was nearly stolen and Eggers nearly came, and if the two nearlys had to coincide, then I'm happy Eggers got stuck in New York in bad weather since that meant the would-be thief could only get through the casing and not through the cable itself. We're going to get U-Locks.

But the trip to the TCLD meant that he could pick up American Bungalow, and so, going through the magazine, discussing the house, the furnishing, the Arts & Crafts style, and such like, made for smug and snuggly table conversation. We have been much happier together in the past two years than in the first two years of our marriage (the third and middle year must have been middling) and getting along better and better still lately. It's so trite and capitalist and middle class, but having fewer money worries has reduced our stress levels considerably. Plus I've become more assertive with him instead of merely resenting his stronger will. And he's been much less overbearing.

Except when he wants to go to the Cricket and nothing I say about beef hormones and animal rights and Dr. Andrew Weil penetrates his Sicilian skull and we wind up with two half-pound burgers with smoked cheddar and sautéed mushrooms (plus I had avocado). Succulent.

We split the basket of curly fries though.