Oh, 3 day weekend, you were so sweet. I only regret you had to end.
Some highlights from our adventures:
-Cocktails at Flowers Cafe on Friday night, talking sweet vermouth and origins of the French 75 with the bartender.
-Exit Through the Gift Shop (because we meant to see it last Wednesday, but had to put it off).
-Saturday afternoon thrifting, which resulted in the acquisition of an adorable $15 coffee table and a fitted 80's style jacket.
-Crying our guts out over Finding Neverland and a bottle of chardonnay.
-Schmancy Sunday brunch at Tilth!
-New Tank Girl comics and vinyl treasures (Patsy Cline, Billie Holiday and Nina Simone).
-A flat tire on 45th and subsequent rescue by Soren.
-Grilling kabobs in the fireplace because it was too rainy to grill on the porch.
-Late nights fighting our way through scourge-infested dungeons in Baldur's Gate.
-Walking the Frankster to Emery's Garden to browse herbs and visit the koi pond.
-Prowling around an abandoned Spanish style villa with 1960's interior and a lot of broken windows.
-Rambling at one another for hours on end and still never running out of things to talk about.
The 8 rolls of film I ordered from B&H arrived this weekend as well, so I'm hoping to revisit the abandoned house to obtain photographic evidence of its awesomeness. I've loved it forever, and now that I've seen the inside I'm even more disappointed to know it's going to be torn down. It looks like something out of a movie.
The inside is destroyed, with broken glass covering most of the floor. Mixed in with the glass are all sorts of items; binders of cassette tapes, 20 year old magazines, old vhs tapes. The sliding back door is completely shattered into a mound of tiny glass cubes, all the kitchen cabinets are torn open, and the tiled swimming pool in back is half full of garbage. The stairs leading from the foyer to the second level are curved and carpeted in red shag, with scrolled black wrought-iron railings. The red shag continues throughout most of the first floor. Peering in through the side doors you can see a sunken living room with a brick fireplace, flanked by a curved black leather built-in sofa. It felt like the set of an old James Bond film, post fight scene.
John asked me to try doing some headshots for him this week, and I was thinking the house might just make for an interesting backdrop. In any case, I'm looking forward to the chance to practice my portraiture, and to hopefully save a little piece of the Bond Estate before it disappears forever.