Happy Pasta Day to all who celebrate! Liz and I celebrate, that’s for damn sure…and boy did we celebrate. So, there’s this restaurant in LA now called Uovo—pretty sure they’ve been here for a while—and they have several locations. Well, I had a return to do for a pair of shoes that would take me all the way out to Pasadena, and Liz was like, “why don’t I go with you?” and I was like “hell yeah” and she was like “and what if we tried this restaurant out there that imports fresh pasta DAILY FROM ITALY and that’s basically all they serve there: pasta.” And I was like… “HELL YEAH!”
So, we went. We did one of their tasting menus, and a couple of the pastas were too salty, but a couple of them were legit spectacular as was the tartare we started off with and their Tiramisu was probably the best I’ve ever had, and their WINE we got—a Barbera d’Alba—went so fucking perfectly with everything. It was soooo mmmuuuccchhh foooood…but we took a nice long walk afterward to make my return and that helped to walk it all off.
Came home: nap. Walked pups. And THEEENN…we bought the game Overcooked 2, which was on a massive sale, and we played that together for the first time and it was delightful. We’re doing the story mode. Tryina get three stars on every level! Already it’s hard, lol. So fun, tho. So. Fun.
And then the Warriors beat the Suns. Now, it was without Booker and we were full strength, and it was just BARELY a win, but man, it’s a huge huge win for us since we’ve been skidding so hard. We started out the season 12-3, and we’ve since gone 3-12. Yikes. Kuminga just put up back to back 34-point performances, and played defense, too. So…maybe there’s reason for optimism. We’ll see.
Night night.