In fact, I can't think of The Diner without associating it with Sean McBride,
which is unfortunate because their food sucks and costs too much. But
that doesn't stop me from mailing him grilled sticky-buns, I suppose.
I think the last time Saurav, Sean and I ate at The Diner all together
was way back in 1999, after a They Might Be Giants concert. The food
sucked then too, but this time we had a Steve Buscemi look-alike waiter.
He rocked!!!!!!! Saurav got into a stupid catfight with some drunk Indian guy
and I had some girl hit on me, and we ate a pound of starchy french fries, but
I'll cherish these memories when I'm eighty-seven and going senile.
I think.
Well, it was nice to have Sean back in town with us.
Saurav and Sean share
a moment and revel in the free pizza
that Saurav won from
the radio station. It was good pizza.
Alice and Sean discuss
world issues.
Sean says a quiet little
prayer for the devoured French fries.
Saurav becomes enlightened...as
it seems, literally.
Alice and Sean ponder
the meaning of life and all of its little nuances.
"What's long and brown
and sticky?"
"Sean McBride."
Sean goes orgasmic.
Good times...and great
oldies.
Alice recovers from
a rather frightening experience:
Mullholland
Drive. Live, in The Diner.
This version starred
Steve Buscemi, Audrey Tautou and John Linnell.
Alice and Sean laugh
at Alice's scary ID picture gallery, which
she always whips out
during conversation lulls.
Ahhh, sweet, sweet
Diner lemonade. Nectar of the gods.
Sean ponders man's
inhumanity to man.
Alice, still rather
freaked by the earlier incident,
leers at the remaining
ketchup on the plate.
"I'll see your fries,
McBride, and raise you extra salt."
"You Bengali menace!
I'm folding!"
Alice and Sean search
for something in Sean's coat.
Something NOT alive.
Sean demonstrates his
undying affections for copper swine.
Sean....waiting for
The Royal Tennenbaums.
(And the mothership.)