I was all eager to go to the local Latin fusion restaurant and have fajitas served in a volcanic rock tonight. Until I checked their facebook page to see the menu and noticed they are having a male strip revue next weekend and pointedly announced that it was "Only for LADIES!"

If I'm not welcome in the club next week, I don't see why I should spend my money there this week.

I need to get myself to a TJs then!

In other news, I need to stop arguing about common core with relatives on facebook.

but the parking situation was insane. And it was just 3:00 on a Thursday. I can't imagine it on a Saturday.

Oh, I've got a parking trick for that TJ's (which is my usual). There's a side street just around the corner where you can always find parking, if you don't mind walking three minutes with grocery bags.

If I'm not welcome in the club next week, I don't see why I should spend my money there this week.

I think you should tell them that, too.

I have vinho verde and beet hummus.

Oh, man, the beet hummus is SO GOOD. I got it for book club a few weeks ago, and it went fast.

Mmm, beets. I have a roasted beet in the fridge, I should probably eat that for dinner.

I think you should tell them that, too.

I called them on it in the facebook comments. Now bracing for the flood of bigots who will be replying, but if the restaurant's response makes it clear that's the crowd they want to accommodate it'll be good to make it publicly known.

ETA: They responded that everyone was welcome and changed the blurb to "Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting [strip revue's name]". So it looks like it was just a case of someone not thinking through the implications of their phrasing. Next time I have a craving for volcano fajitas, I can eat them with a clear conscience.

I have pie woe. There were several pies on the clearance rack, several of which were cherry pies, the one true pie. So I bought one. Tonight I thought "I have pie!" Alas, I did not buy a cherry pie, I bought a marion berry pie. I cannot look at those pies without thinking of foolish mayors of Washington, D.C., but I thought, "Maybe the fruit is good." Alas again, the marion berry has no real flavor. It's kind of vaguely cherry/raspberry/sort of appley, with lots of seeds. And I sighed sadly, told myself, "You're not supposed to be eating pie anyway, do not eat pie you don't even like," and put it aside. Heck, an apple pie of tough apples would have been better.

So I'll eat popcorn instead.

Completely failed at being productive this afternoon after my errands and dropping off fluids for Brian. I blame cats. But after my swim, I've vacuumed and mopped, scrubbed the micro and tub, replaced the shower curtains and am laundering the old so I can use them as drop cloths without concern later. And my belly is now being deliriously& aggressively kneaded but a gourdy cat.

Excellent, Matt! Volcano fajitas sound dangerous, though.

Cherry pie is the one true pie. Nothing else will do.

Sarameg, that sounds very productive to me.

They probably *are* dangerous, they're mixed grill fajitas served in a sizzling bowl made of volcanic rock. (I'm picturing something like a geode, but maybe it's a smooth carved stoneware skillet?)

I realized that now that I've made a public statement about it, I actually have to go to the place next Friday to put my money where my mouth is. Not that I mind putting singles in a G-string or two, but I'm a lot less tolerant of loud clubs than I used to be.

The possibility of having a guest over tonight (since evaporated) lit a fire under me today and got me to declutter, clean my bathroom, do laundry, and basically everything else I need to make my loft presentable except vacuum. I also did grocery shopping and hung up a set of scrabble lights I bought in St. Louis.