Rage, Nectar, Overpriced Dom

The past couple years have helped spawn a calmer JP. This may be argued by some, but I think my overall handling of stressful situations has become more mature - excluding sporting events. During a putrid first half in last night's eagles game I texted by brother-in-law Joe the following: i hope m lewis is paralyzed, goes into a coma, and dies, to which he responded, you should be shot for owning his jersey. (he doesn't know I burnt in the backyard and buried deep enough so that not even the squirrels can dig it up.).

The problem here is that for a second I really wanted Michael Lewis to die. But with the quality of his play this year, am I justified for such a thought? Doesn't seem unreasonable to me. Anyway, as it turns out, the play that sparked my outburst resulted in a broken nose and concussion for Mr. Lewis. Sissy.

So I met up with Christina for lunch at Nectar the uber-hip-main-line-neo-asian/french-fusion restaurant in Berwyn. They have a lunch for $10 that includes choice of soup or salad and an entree. Christina had the saffron-infused vegetable fried rice with ginger egg. I had the lo mein with wild boar sausage. It was all good, but the highlight of the day was reviewing the wine list and seeing a '96 Dom for $619. I'm not quite up to speed on vintage champagne so I have no idea if the '96 qualifies, but $619 is just obscene. Where do those frenchy bastards get off?

Oh man, Magnolia is on IFC. Is Tom Cruise wearing a prosthetic penis? I think so.

COS Christmas Holiday Spectacular concert is Thursday. We went last year and was really impressed. It seemed to kick off the Christmas season.

Time to eat some cornish hens.