It was a Monday, I left my iPod at home, four people called in sick (flu), and yet somehow work was still okay. And now I’m home and Andy’s on his way to class. I really really ought to go work out. And probably I shall. But really tonight I just want to watch a DVD and have some popeye (code word for … take a guess … free mix CD to whomever guesses correctly first).

We did the V-Day deal last night. So extremely pleasant. It was dark, rainy, and we went to a sweet little newish French restaurant on Broadway called Cafe de Bordeux (wild thing is that bandersnatch went there this weekend too, though not last night). I know we were both supposed to be focused on each other, but our waiter was HOT. It’s BYO so we brought our own bottle of wine, red, French, and wonderful. The food and atmosphere were perfect. Highly recommend it. Very reasonable. The dark chocolate dessert crepe was heaven. Then we walked home and exchanged valentines. Andy gave me a book by J.G. Ballard (nothing says ROMANCE like J.G. Ballard, hehe) which looks great. And I sort of became a hero for giving him a top-to-bottom apartment cleaning courtesy of a maid service, which will occur on Friday morning. Never gotten maid service before. I feel like Richard Dreyfuss.

And then we did some things which I will not go into. Clue: involved lotion.

So, here I am. Almost five. I’ll give myself a bribe: if I go to the gym, then tonight I can have a Manhattan. See, I’m testing Manhattan recipes for the Oscar party. And I’ve come up with two versions: sweet, and dry. Sweet = bourbon + curcacao; dry = bourbon + vermouth (dry is the classic recipe). Both are wonderful.