So, Brooklyn, and the 2012 American Crossword Puzzle Tournament. Michael went down early to see some of his non-crossword friends before the weekend took off. For several days he ate pretty much everything he saw, and about the only vegan food he touched was the doughnuts. Then his body rebelled, and on Friday night, after a spectacular dinner involving many different kinds of animals at a New Zealand restaurant called Kiwiana, I woke at 4 am to find him on the floor of the hotel bathroom, you know, sick. Michael would rather tie a knot in his neck than vomit, so I knew it was serious. He skipped the competition altogether, and I had to puzzle and hang with our friends without him. He's feeling a lot better now, but we ended up catching the earliest bus possible back to Binghamton today, missing the finals, and now we are going back to a diet of miso, oatmeal, apples, rice, and collard greens. 
This is me and Doug at Lunetta, a nice little Italian restaurant we've been to a few years in a row now. I want a t-shirt that says "if there's one thing I learned from the Princess Bride...." because it was that kind of a night.
ps. I don't think it was Kiwiana's fault. I ate the mussels, the lamb, the scallops, the oysters, the beetroot, the pavlova, and the lamingtons, and the only consequences were having to undo the top button of my pants. Oh, and a word about the mussels. They tasted like home. Does anyone remember Bill's mussels, in some sort of vinegar solution with tomatoes and things? Yes. They tasted like that.
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