I've really had nothing to complain about for the last two days, so something unusual must be in the air.
Thursday - I went to see former Yankees outfielder Bernie Williams perform a four-song set at Borders, which was quite a departure from my hard rock affinity, but very entertaining nonetheless. His approach to the guitar is cordial rather than in-your-face, so each song's Puerto Rican mystique translated beautifully to the unplugged format and left the audience wanting more. Despite the electric disdain I have for waiting in lines, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to meet one of my childhood heroes, so I decided to stay after and weather the storm.
Friday - Not much to report other than my first experience with Indian food, which was surprisingly pain free. I don't know how eager I am to give it another go but, for one night, the Tandoori chicken with white rice and spiced broccoli definitely hit the spot.
Also, I went to see Todd Phillips's new comedy "The Hangover," which I'll delve into at a later date, so stay tuned.
