Recap of Yesterday’s Adventure

Sushi combo at Hikari. Very good!
…And to think that I would have experienced none of the following if I had decided to go to a pool/dance party in South Jersey.
1. Spent my afternoon checking out the Piazza at Schmidt’s for the first time. It is a glossy example of the nu-opulence in architecture, filled with shops that only could have been concocted in the dreams of Richard Florida. “Art gallery” packed with pencil cases made from recycled paper cups, silkscreeners and letterpress galore. Children’s store for the nu-opulence set. Fancy restaurants that aren’t too fancy because otherwise you wouldn’t be able to amble in wearing your Threadless tee or something.
As my friend and I walked away I said, “This is the kind of place where something really bad is going to happen.” An hour later, two people were murdered inside the apartments attached to the retail complex. What terrible, terrible news. My condolences go out to the families and friends of the victims.
2. The jarring news of the Piazza murders somehow triggered a memory: I forgot to lock my backdoor and close a window. Later that evening, armed with a 12″ chef’s knife and a baseball bat, I discovered that I had indeed left a window open.
3. To celebrate that there were no intruders, my friend and I walked over to the Fresh Grocer to pick up some extras for a celebratory drink. When we walked in, there was a film crew and tons PAs, FG staff and people running around, throwing item after item into seemingly endless shopping carts. If I had noticed the gigantic poster with a waiver outside, I would have known that the Food Network was taping a new episode of “Dinner: Impossible“. It was like a warzone, filled with sea bass and heads of lettuce. My friend, who lives in LA and is used to this because her fianceĆ© is in the film business, got the lowdown from the store’s employees: apparently Robert Irvine and his crew just rolled up, all last-minute style, and got them to lock down the place to tape. From what we were told, he was also a total douchehammer to the staff.
You know, any one of these things would have been a big day for me. But all three? That’s when I know it’s time to order a drink.