I guess I'm in a traditionalist mood at the moment.
I went to the newly opened Chik-fil-A, the first one in the metro area. It's hard living in a third world country here. One day I hope we'll be as advanced as Baton Rouge. I can only hope.
It was crazy busy, and despite the lack of refill on my diet coke (unheard of!), still worth it.
It's been 3 years since I've had a Chik-fil-A sandwich, I think....so of course I got the classic. Fried chicken on a buttered bun, I mean really, how much better can it get?
Next stop was the bookstore, and on a whim, bought this book...discounted to 15 dollars.
There are even a few vintage pictures of the westbank in it.
Next on the trip were a few antique stores. In one, I found a perfect mirror, a 19th century repro of a Baroque mirror, but could not afford it. Left, but kept thinking about it the whole day after.
(semi-reasonable facsimile, see figure below)
Lastly, I decided to take my lonesome to see "The Last Station",
because I'm a costume drama whore and, hello, Helen Mirren.
Of course, she's fantastic. How could she not be?
The adorable Mr. McAvoy was an added attraction.
I really enjoyed it, though everytime I'd see the mirror in Tolstoy's parlor, I'd start to daydreaming again.
(talking about classics, aged to perfection there, huh? damn.)