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The intense emotion of an operatic aria occupies the space aurally while the strong aromas of Italian cuisine fill it spatially. In the middle of this intensity, I enjoy the best Caesar salad of my entire life at Sorrento Ristorante Italiano (430 Legion Way, Olympia, (360) 352-9915), appreciating the intricacies
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Friday, Feb. 24 Dinner at The Side Door Lounge was probably not a good idea. The Italian and I had planned a terrific boring night of going home after dinner and chilling, but then whiskey and vodka got to talking, and they decided we were headed to Magoo's for a nightcap.
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Self check Everyday things really bug me - like the grocery store and paying bills. The Italian and I hit the new Albertson's off of South 38th and Pacific Avenue. It was packed. We grabbed our stuff as fast as possible. I went back for mustard, and to my horror when I
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Begorra and bejaysus! St. Paddy's Day. A night for swilling more liquor and green beer than you know is right. A night of puddles of green puke. A night when composed, modest girls bare their breasts to appreciative cheers from beer-swilling guys and other ladies alike. A night for talking in
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Wednesday, March 15 The Vells, a side project of Modest Mouse drummer Jeremiah, played Jazzbones along with the Pete Moss Band and Minimum Wage (from Seattle). Vells seemed a little off, like they had new cordless headsets or something. The Pete Moss Band was definitely the favorite of the night. Tons
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Seems like I talk too much So here's the deal: I didn't do a dang thing last week. What kept me home, you ask? Two things - love and exhaustion. Let's deal with exhaustion first. I'm talking about the mental kind. Have you ever talked and talked until you're just out
