With about a month to go before production on Stargate: Universe’s second season draws to a close, I thought it would be nice to take out SGNewbies Remi Aubuchon and Linda McGibney out for a farewell dinner. I offered them a variety of choices and they ultimately elected to go with – no surprise – Cobre for some nuevo latino cuisine.
Cobre’s tapas menu allowed us to sample a wide variety of offerings. After I’d ordered I realized, in hindsight, that it would have probably been easier if I’d just told the waiter what we WEREN’T having. In all, we ended up enjoying ten different dishes, thirteen if you count dessert, in addition to a couple of double-orders. Suffice it to say, we were able to cover most of the menu. Among the highlights…
We asked about dessert. Our server listed three. And, as usual, I said: “Yeah, let’s do that.” So we did – a terrific chocolate terrine, churros in a dulce leche cream, and my favorite –
Boy, I haven’t eaten this much since the last time I went out for dinner!
A great night all around. Thanks to both Remi and Linda for showing up, regaling me with stories of their time in Mexico shooting Persons Unknown, and carrying me back to my car because I was too full to walk.
Partway through dinner, I received a call from a panicked Ivon. “Dude! I just found a huge shit in my basement!”. I was stunned silent, waiting for him to elaborate. His basement is actually the basement of a friend’s place he’s been taking care of for the past month. As far I know, he’s been living there alone – which explained his obvious distress. As for the possible, a number of crazy theories raced through my mind. Did a wild animal get into the house? Was his girlfriend mad at him? How big were those “huge spiders” he’s been complaining about anyway? I asked him whether anyone else had been in the house and he suddenly remembered the cleaning lady had come by that morning. Hopefully, she’d brought her new dog along on her last visit. Moments later, Ivon phoned back to inform me that the cleaning lady was, indeed, the proud owner of a new dog that had accompanied her on that morning’s job. He sounded relieved.
“Not so fast,”I told him. “You’re assuming it was the dog – but maybe there’s someone else living in the house.”
His voice was devoid of amusement: “Dude, don’t even say that.”
Anyway, I’m happy he got to the bottom of the mystery, a veritable Miss Marple whodunit. Seriously, though. If this was a movie, I’d check the closets before turning in for the night.
Thanks to everyone who weighed in with a list of their favorite comedies. Some pretty hilarious candidates in your personal including the hysterical likes of The Matrix and The Hunt for Red October. By the way, thanks for reminding me about A Christmas Story which bumps Meet the Parents from my original list.