Sunday, March 11 – Saturday, March 17
The Week in Academy Awards: I saw the A Fantastic Woman, Chile’s entry and winner of the Academy Award for Best Foreign Film of 2017. The movie is topical and acted fearlessly by Daniela Vega, as Marina, a young trans women whose older lover dies suddenly. The directing is clever bordering on heavy-handed. This is a good movie, but interesting choice for the best the world has to offer.
The Week in Baked Goods: I don’t mind going to the dentist if for no other reason then to hear how good I am at making tartar. I’m apparently quite good, and so proud. But also a dentist visit means I’m walking around early in the morning and can choose my walk home to pass the Brown Bear Bakery, which is hardly ever open when I’m around. I love their savory Cheddar and Chive scone, which is very subtle in flavor. The cinnamon roll is more delicate than what many bakeries make, with a hint of citrus in the icing. The baked goods are delicious, and the owner, who waited on me this week, is super friendly and happy. Great place.
The Week in Being an Citizen: A few years ago, my taxes got a little more complicated than my non-math brain could handle. Plus, tax law? Not my jam. Part of the complication is that some of my documents have later deadlines than, say, my regular W-2. I spend the first month’s of the year alternating between sweating about taxes and completely forgetting about them. Any way, it’s done. I shook my head “yes” at everything they told me.
The Week Drinking. Exhibit A – A shot of Bulleit Rye: I asked for a shot of Bulleit over ice. The bartender said, “Let’s call this a shot.” That’s what I call a shot at home, so I was down with his measurement.
The Week Drinking. Exhibit B – St. Patrick’s Day: Yeah, I don’t know how I thought starting my day at 9 am and drinking until 4 would be a good idea, but I knew it would be fun. Cincinnati isn’t really known for it’s St. Patrick’s Day festivities, as proven in the breakfast I ate. Instead of eggs and corned beef, I had eggs and goetta (Cincinnati sausage). But Molly Malone’s in Covington which does me right all year long with their excellent fish and chips and well-poured Guinness, really pulls out the stops. We drank and danced and laughed for hours. I was doing okay, really, until on the way home we stopped for the dreaded “one more drink.” The choice: An Irish Car Bomb. I know, totally insensitive to actual Irish people, but it’s a great American drink with no alternative name. I drank it, completing my drinking day, and, for all intents and purposes, the rest of the day. I was done.
The Week Drinking. Exhibit C- Hangover: I’ve decided to blame my Saturday evening hangover on “one last drink” not the first 4 drinks and lack of water/hydration. At least I only drank good beer. No green Bud or Miller for me. My hangovers are classy.
Nothing Ever Happens on My Street 