04 Jan 2010

R: "It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor - Would you be mine? Could you be mine? It's a neighborly day in this beautywood, a neighborly day for a beauty - Would you be mine? Could you be mine? I have always wanted to have a neighbor just like you, to live in a neighborhood with you. So let's make the most of this beautiful day, since we're together we might as well say - Would you be mine? Could you be mine? Won't you be my neighbor? Won't you please...Won't you please...Please won't you be my neighbor." - Mr. Rogers

Pretty sure 'ole Fred made up those lyrics himself. Genius, that man.

C: M's dad and his wife are in town for a long weekend,and since it is their first night here we suggested a low-key dinner. We originally suggested The Regal Beagle (a newer hangout that we discovered while R was in town), but--given the inability to make reservations there--we opted for Stork Club (Lounge and Restaurant) instead. Overall the food was decent (although apparently M's chicken was "drier than dry" despite the fontina and ham stuffing) and in the end, the most it had going for it was the fact that I could converse without screaming and left sans a headache, as I often do at more crowded bars and restaurants. Sometimes I think it's sad that I specifically avoid the loud, more crowded and otherwise "hopping" venues. I'm hardly recognizable to my 18-year old self! I guess as I approach my quarter-century birthday, it's just another sign that I am getting old.