Today I went to see "Cashback", an indepentant film playing in D.C. at an Arts Theatre. The movie started a little slow, but all in all a good film. It is based around a senior painter at University in England who breaks up with his girlfriend during the opening credits and then takes a job working the overnight shift in a market because he can't sleep. While he's there, he develops the ability to stop time and draw the people around him, without their knowledge.
When I walked out of the theatre I was starving. A block or two from the theatre I walked past this little resturant, that had "For Rent" signs in the window. The place looks like it might seat thirty or so guest and has a bar that runs about half the length of the seating area. I took the number from the window. If the kitchen looks as nice as the main floor, I might see about renting the location if I can get backers. I'll hopefully be able to set up a walkthrough before too long, and decide if this is the spot for me.
On the train back home, I saw a woman who looks familiar, but didn't know from where. She kept looking at me, but neither one of us spoke to the other the whole train ride. When we got back to the station, she caught up to me and reminded me that we had hooked up at a party last month. She remembered I am a personal chef and is coming by for a late dinner around 10 tonight. She said she wanted pizza so, I am fixing her a white pizza with garlic and olive oil with feta and goat cheeses, sweet orange and red bell peppers, as well as some mozarella and parmesan.
When I walked out of the theatre I was starving. A block or two from the theatre I walked past this little resturant, that had "For Rent" signs in the window. The place looks like it might seat thirty or so guest and has a bar that runs about half the length of the seating area. I took the number from the window. If the kitchen looks as nice as the main floor, I might see about renting the location if I can get backers. I'll hopefully be able to set up a walkthrough before too long, and decide if this is the spot for me.
On the train back home, I saw a woman who looks familiar, but didn't know from where. She kept looking at me, but neither one of us spoke to the other the whole train ride. When we got back to the station, she caught up to me and reminded me that we had hooked up at a party last month. She remembered I am a personal chef and is coming by for a late dinner around 10 tonight. She said she wanted pizza so, I am fixing her a white pizza with garlic and olive oil with feta and goat cheeses, sweet orange and red bell peppers, as well as some mozarella and parmesan.