Day 2

Cutting this one a little closer than I wanted to, but the day has been busier than I thought, and it is well before midnight still.

Today was an odd conglomeration of things: my favorite sitcom got cancelled (No... it wasn't Rules of Engagement); we got a new sofa; saw Iron Man 3; and decided I want chef's pants.

Happy Endings got the boot after 3 seasons of being shuffled around the airwaves.  It was a lot like Friends, only 15 years later and 100 mph faster.  What I find troubling about this isn't really the fact that a really witty show got canned... it is the fact that it was never really given  a chance to survive in the first place.  If I didn't have a season pass set up for it on the DVR, I would have never caught it.  ABC was constantly shifting time slots and days, sometimes airing 2 episodes every other week.  The only loyal following the show was ever allowed to garner was a digital one with advanced scheduling features.

The show deserved better.

On the home front, we got a great deal on a wonderful sectional.  It was delivered today.  We spent the morning and afternoon moving and re-moving and arranging furniture in our family room.  I'm still adjusting to the different layout, but regardless of how we position the goods, I know that I will now have to paint.  Part of the good deal was not being able to select a fabric... paint is cheaper than carpet.  The paint will change.

Fe Man 3 (credit to Gretchen) was better than I expected, especially the scenes between Downey, Jr. and the little boy.  If you haven't seen it yet, you will enjoy it.  Stacy and I are split, however, whether the payoff was worth it to stick through the credits.  Marvel has a tendency to put a snippet after the credits roll; this movie was no exception... except the credits were long.  Michael Jackson's Thrillerlong.  It is a good thing that the movie broke box office records last weekend.  They will need every penny to pay the 3500 people who were listed in the credits.  For what is is worth, I feel the scene was worth it, if for no other reason it reminded me of trying to talk to my ex-wife.

And what is a movie without a dinner?  We ventured out to the Muddy Pig for some birthday whiskey, wine and food.  I spent a good five minutes staring at a man at the bar (and not just because of the history on Thursday... more on that during a later post).  I swore I knew him, and I was trying hard to place him in my mind.  He was wearing a fedora, some sort of blazer, black Chuck Taylor All-Star hightops, and chef's pants.  The chef's pants looked so comfy and hip.  I now want a pair.

I still haven't figured out if I knew the guy.  But I covet his pants.