Ryan and I went to see Muse in the Patriot Center – I got the ticket due to my sacrifice of my spot at the 9.30 club for the Smashing Pumpkins – Ryan is a far bigger fan of them than I am so I gave up my ticket to him. It was my first time seeing Muse, and my first trip to the Patriot Center which is bigger than I thought.
So, we visited Philly and had a great time, but my skydiving was called off thanks to the horrible weather today – I’m pretty disappointed but that’s the way the cookie crumbles I guess. We did the Rocky steps of course (see picture below – and yes, the cheezy pose is mandatory) as well as the Art Museum that is apparently located in the same place (Jenny thought it would be bad not to).
Jen and I hit indebleu on Saturday night for a sligtly more upscale dinner than usual. The food was excellent – we had the duck meatballs to start followed by the New York Strip (me) and the quail (Jenny). Jen was too full for dessert so that meant I had the very tasty l’opera dish to myself. So, only two minor gripes – first, though the wine list is long it is apparently not stocked very well, both of my choices were unavailable and so we went with a recommendation.
My friend, Niall, passed away on Saturday – he was just 27 years old and I’m still in shock, I can only imagine what his family is going through and I will keep them in my thoughts and prayers. I won’t be able to make it to the funeral on Thursday in Waterford, so I think I’ll just remember Niall from happier times, like this one below that is one of the few I can find with the two of us together.
Scott’s new band, One Ton Wonton, played at TT Reynolds in Fairfax on Tuesday night and we went along to check them out. I’d missed their first gig due to my latest European trip, but this time there were no such conflicts. A good time was had by all, though judging by my head the next day perhaps I had a little too much of a good thing Pictures from the gig are over on Flickr, but here’s one of the shots of the band in action:
A random entry from this very blog about the iPhone made it into the Local Blog Log of The Express, which is the free Metro paper published in the area by the Washington Post (see this edition, page 40) and that means it appeared in actual print on actual paper……..
Jenny spotted it while reading The Express on the metro, which is pretty cool. I think that’s the first time anything I’ve written has been spotted in traditional media.
Yes, I know it is not a word, blame Joe for the portmanteau (ooh, that rhymes). I had to order a new charger for my phone, having left the old one in London, and I broke down and bought a bluetooth headset as well. As you can see for the nice blurry picture, it is pretty small…..
I had to do something to satiate my gadget buying instincts so that I don’t end up buying an iPhone – I try to stay away from the first generation of Apple products.
It’s a bit strange, but because of all my traveling recently it feels like an “easy” week just because I don’t have to get on a plane any time soon. I have a pretty important product launch on Saturday (ugh), I’m recovering from jet lag and I’m way behind where I would like to be with some personal projects. Somehow though it doesn’t seem so bad because I get to sleep in my own bed and not have to worry about whether I can get upgraded to business or get my money changed to the currency of the week Of course that could all change on Saturday if things don’t go well with the launch, but here’s hoping for smooth sailing….
Got home yesterday, went for a quick bite in King Street Blues with Jen and then hit the sack. 12 hours later I was ready (almost) to face a day in work, some coffee fixed that. I notice that the Captain has pictures up from the lake house a couple of weeks ago, including some “strange” ones in the hot tub, oh dear….
I haven’t quite finished with pictures from the trip, but the ones from Dublin were not that great – they are smack bang in the middle of the wettest June on record.
Anyone that knows me well, or anyone that has read this blog for long enough will know that I did not drive until I was 25, when I moved to the US. I used to justify my lack of driving in Dublin to the fact that even if I had a car my commute would have been horrible, but secretly I was just a bit too lazy to get lessons.