The Rocketman (1/365)

"What are you taking a picture of?"

Friday, October 13, 2006, 2:00pm
Hello free lunch.

This is my dad. He's a rocket scientist. (It's so awesome to say that, although I suspect the job's not very exciting.) He drinks a glass of wine every day at dinner (definitely a kitchen drinker, but perhaps not to say, L's excess), likes garlic, and once said he likes Irish Car Bombs, although I've yet to test that one. In high school, my friends thought my parents were divorced because they never saw my dad. I could share a lot of unsavory stories about him from that angsty time period, but what matters now is that when he comes home early on Fridays (because he wants to? I have no idea), he asks if I want to go out for lunch. I can appreciate this.

We went to a homestyle Italian place, and it was good enough. There was a homey atmosphere, but it seemed very calculated. Y'know how Buca di Beppo just lays on the charm? Pictures crammed on the walls, a walk through the kitchen, stuff on the ceiling. Good stuff. Faked, all of it, but fun and charming. This place, it's the suburban version. Sports bar on the side, track lighting setting the mood. Pasta not very al dente. My dad talked about buying a condo for me to live in once I got a job, because it'd be "cheaper." Boring stuff like that.

This is picture #1 of the 365 picture experiment challenge. I'm gonna try and take a picture a day. I estimate I'll get sick of the program in 2-3 months. Eventually I'll upload them all to flickr. Eventually.