David and I

David thinks he is so clever. Read his post for a summary of what I was going to say today. I suppose I could put a positive spin on his antics and find them charming and entertaining, but rather I shall just punish him by assigning him to a stint on KP when he finishes MAK's Henchman Academy. Despite my stolen thunder, I must mention the amazing dinner I had last night. K. and I celebrated a rare full evening together by dining at Sabor Tropical, a Brazilian restaurant on 30th Avenue in Astoria. What it lacks in atmosphere and decoration it more than makes up for in quality of food. I had an amazing filet mignon, cooked medium rare, smothered in sautéed strawberries. I was skeptical of the combination but curious, and I couldn't have been more pleased with the result. It was absolutely delicious. K. and I are scouring the Internet for similar recipes. I command all of you in the New York area to run out and order it at once. Moving on to my second topic for this dreary Monday (and really, what Monday isn't dreary?). The print ads and trailers for HBO's upcoming miniseries event, Angels In America, simultaneously reduce me to tears and give me orgasms. I can't wait to see it, and I'm about to begin re-reading it in preparation for viewing. Related to that, Frank Rich wrote a very interesting article in yesterday's New York Times entitled "Angels, Reagan and AIDS in America." I'm too Monday-ed out already to write a fabulous and concise review of it, so I command all of you to read it at once. I'm just full of commands today.