287: in a sentimental mood

1. The readers have spoken (about the last flip front)

From: Gordon W.
Sent: Wednesday, February 11, 2004 10:02 AM
To: Jeff W.


Feel free to send me anything that Jasmine writes. Her words are like sexy juicy sweaty brilliant talented hunky gorgeous movie stars.


Date: Mon, 9 Feb 2004 18:09:09 -0800 (PST)
From: Michael Y.

this flip front RAWKED!!


Date: Tue, 10 Feb 2004 23:10:13 -0500
From: Maria


Go you and the Year of the Jasmine.

2. Jasmine’s Valentine’s Day Mix 2004

  1. cast of Avenue Q, When You Ruv Someone
  2. Donna Summer, I Feel Love
  3. The Darkness, I Believe in A Thing Called Love
  4. The Beatles, She Loves You
  5. Teena Marie, Lover Girl
  6. Bob Marley, Could You Be Loved?
  7. Erasure, Oh L’Amour!
  8. Blossom Dearie, Let Me Love You
  9. Kylie Minogue, Love at First Sight
  10. The O’Jays, Love Train
  11. Nirvana, Love Buzz
  12. Aretha Franklin, Baby I Love You
  13. Justin Timberlake, Like I Love You
  14. Stevie Wonder, I Believe (When I Fall in Love with You It Will Be Forever)

3. Jasmine’s Day After Valentine’s Day Mix 2004

  1. The Faces, Stay with Me
  2. Tom Waite, It’s Alright with Me
  3. Bill Withers, Use Me
  4. Nina Simone, Love Me or Leave Me
  5. Biz Markie, Just A Friend
  6. The Jets, You’ve Got It All
  7. Pebbles, Girlfriend
  8. Matthew Sweet, Winona
  9. Bonnie Raitt, I Can’t Make You Love Me
  10. George Michael, Kissing A Fool
  11. Missy Elliott, Step Off
  12. Lauryn Hill, The X-Factor
  13. Heart, Alone
  14. Dionne Warwick, Walk On By

4. my forgotten favorites (things that rocked that i neglected to mention in previous flip fronts)

a. Khloe and Jeff invited me and some other folks from work for crepes a few weeks ago. It is a pleasure to cook in her kitchen, as her stove has six burners so we all pitched in and had a bang-up time

b. I am obsessed with Trebuchet MS, a font. It’s true. Everybody needs a hobby (my mother collects stamps, for example), and mine is searching for new fonts to use in everyday life. Yeah, it’s kinda dorky but what else would you expect from a stationery freak.

c. Massages. My friend Jeff is in massage therapy school, and he was kind enough to give me a inexpensive and lovely hour-long massage. Yow. I know I’ve already mentioned Jeff before, but he’s definitely worth plugging. Wait, that didn’t sound right . . .

d. The cheesy bread at Red Lobster. Dude, I totally went to Red Lobster for the first time EVER weekend before last, and I ate the cheesy bread that Andrew was always raving about and it was go-od. The cute waiter (who looked like he could be good in bed but a bad kisser – dunno, I just get these feelings) served us drinks, and gave us lobster beads because we made jokes and Jacinda ordered an Alotta Colada, which should tell us all you need to know about how big the damn thing was. We ended up at ‘the Lob’ after going to see “The Triplets of Belleville”. I know that the connection between an Oscar-nominated French-language animated feature and a franchise known for “Lobster Fest” might seem tenuous, and it is. But the original plan to follow a French film with French food had to change when, in the movie, we saw frogs (the amphibians, not the people) blown up, deep-fried, and consumed with much gusto. I’m not squeamish normally, but I couldn’t sit down to escargots with images of stewed cartoon frogs dancing in my freakishly large head.

e. Sawa’s Old Warsaw Polish Style Smorgasbord. Ate here with Jacinda and her family weekend before last, and the place was full of oldsters lapping up bowls of cabbage soup, slurping elegant rectangles of fruit gelatin served on silver trays, gnawing on potato pancakes and egg noodles and blintzes and pierogies.

f. Dude, the Grammys. Not Christina’s ugly hair, or that the 5-minute delay still didn’t save us from a mike fuck-up for Celine Dion. Dude, Earth, Wind & Fire, and then Big Boi & Sleepy Brown, and then Robert Randolph and George Clinton coming together in a funky love-bomb introduced by Samuel L. Jackson. I had to dance around my living room to that performance, and to Andre 3000 closing the show with a teepee, the hardest-working dancers in show business, and the USC Marching Band.

5. at the movies with Uncle Jesse (2/11/04)

Adrienne hooked me up with passes to a screening of “Iron Jawed Angels” last week. I brought my friend Jeremy, and we got free snacks and these lovely messenger bags with “IRON JAWED ANGELS. IT’S NOT TV. IT’S HBO.” silkscreened on them. The screening was co-sponsored by the League of Women Voters, whose members turned up in sensible pant suits and immaculate manicures. Afterwards, a lovely buffet supper at the nearby Mariott, where I chat with some other audience members and marvel over the salmon. Delicious. Oh, and Adrienne drove me home afterwards. A free movie that was good, a parting gift, and she drove me home? Adrienne is, as many of you know, an angel.

6. where the boys are (2/13/04)

I was waiting in the bar at Buca di Beppo, mesmerized by “The Great American Celebrity Spelling Bee”. While others around me drank red wine out of juice glasses, I was sat amazed by the superior spelling skills of television icons like Sherman Helmsley and Alan Thicke (who is Canadian, and I think they’re public schools tend to be better than American schools). I could have watched this program all night, but I was there for my friend Jeff’s surprise birthday dinner.

I was one of the first people to arrive — all the gay men and me arrived on time. So we sat, the six of us, at a table for twenty. Buca is split into dining rooms that seat anywhere from 13 to 50 people, and we spent the evening shouting at each other while we stuffed ourselves with bruschetta, chicken cacciatore, pizza, veal marsala, and more garlic and cheese than you can shake a Pope John Paul nightlight at. The ladies at one end, the lads and I at the other. I was happy to sit next to Jeff’s pal Anthony and make him sing to me in the voice of Carol Channing. This was a lovely antidote to the screaming women at the table sitting behind us.

7. v-day (2/14/04)

Had brunch at Frontera Grill with Kathy, Adrienne, and Thom. This was not one of those “oh we’re single, so let’s talk about how much Valentine’s Day sucks” occasions, because we’re not about that. There had been a lot of women to eavesdrop on during my commutes to and from work last week, and I didn’t need their negative energy getting up in my face while I’m eating my flautas and ceviche on the Saturday morning of a three-day weekend. Anyway, we had to talk smack and get ready for an afternoon of window-shopping at Oak Brook mall. Everything about the day was delicious: the food, the company, the deals at every store we hit. At lunch, we brainstormed a Supafriends party theme: “Bougie Nights”. I’m still brainstorming food and drink, but dress code would be Lacoste Polo and all those lovely little brands people often associate with being bougie.

8. Jasmine’s for real “Everyday is Valentine’s Day” mix

  1. Louis Armstrong, A Kiss to Build A Dream On
  2. Kay Starr, You’re Just in Love
  3. Marvin Gaye, I Want You
  4. Al Green, I’m Still in Love With You
  5. Saint Etienne, 4:35 in the Morning
  6. Eva Cassidy, At Last
  7. Dinah Washington, If I Were A Bell
  8. Morrissey, Jack The Ripper
  9. Prince, Adore (or just about anything, really)
  10. T. Rex, Jeepster
  11. The Beatles, I Will

9. other stuff (the rest of the weekend)

Watched second to last episode of “Sex and The City” with Joe, Jacinda, Andrew, and the largest pizza in Chicago. Seriously, this thing was huge. It was the gigantic — when we opened the box, it nearly covered my couch. Andrew wasn’t much too much into the show, so he left right after so he missed “Iron Jawed Angels” which aired afterwards.

Monday — watched Oprah, and while I love the show, I hate how her audience starts screeching anytime she says that they’re getting free stuff. I mean, I can appreciate a free Cosabella thong and a sampler from Vosges Haut Chocolat, but geez these biddies are crazy. I mean, it’s kind of rude. I hope they send her thank you notes afterwards. In the afternoon, Christine came over and we saw “50 First Dates” (aw!) and read magazines at Barnes & Noble (aw!) and ate lots of meat (me: meat loaf; her: sloppy joe) at the Silver Cloud (aw!). I checked out the inscription engraved on the back of the iPod her boyfriend gave her for her birthday, and I thought “Gee, that’s so sweet” and for the first time that weekend I was a little sad that I didn’t have a boyfriend to do sweet things for me. Not just buying me stuff (though that would help) but the smooching would be fun. I miss making out with boys. And I think I could appreciate getting a romantic valentine for once in my life (though I do love the valentines I got, thank you to Sarah and to the Laws for thinking of me) would be nice. I’m just saying, is all.

Mitch & Mickey – A Kiss at The End of The Rainbow; Philip Bailey – Easy Lover; Cars – Drive; The Who – Shakin’ All Over; The Commodores – Lady (You Bring Me Up); The Mamas & The Papas – Dedicated To The One I Love



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