At the All-Night Diner

 Thursday March 12, 2015

Friday March 13, 2015

I have nothing to say about this fugue state we appeared to have entered on Thursday. I'll just say, Skyler, OUCH. I thought she was going to be that random waitress Thelma, but no, just your average blockbuster Hollywood actress, dressed to the top button. She is looking a little worse for the wear. Hollywood/Great Britain ages a person I guess. Not a lot of recurring roles for Bond girls, maybe she's coming back as M?

Quivering Little Worm

Tuesday March 10, 2015

Wednesday March 11, 2015

This is glorious, I tell you. Glorious.

Things Margo is telling a grown-ass man:

• you make me sick to my stomach
• you're a quivering little worm
• I could crush you with my shoe
• get lost

100% great. Anyone who claims to be Margo's friend should know to prepare for days like this... days when Margo's magnificent rage and despair lock on to you like a heat-seeking missile and turn you to ash. And yet, isn't this why you love her? Don't you deal with weeks, months, years of indifference, ignored calls, expensive meals, unreturned favors, her kooky WASP-y ethnic mother with her silly fortune-teller friend—don't you do all this so you can occasionally bask in the white-hot laser beam of her disparagement?

Look at Sam's face in the second panel on Tuesday. Mingled with fear is the anticipation of pleasure. He's like, "Awww yeah, here it comes, the pay back!" Kudos to Frank Bolle for pulling out a pretty nuanced facial expression.

Lost in Her Troubles

Sorry for the lack of posts recently. The three of us were meditating on the Zen koan: if Margo has an emotional meltdown and there's no one around to hear it, does her head still bobble? (Spoilers: of course it does.)

Umm. Margo. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think the "deal" you struck with Sam is that he would stay out of the wedding planning biz until you sorted out the Diane Devine situation. But isn't Sam your assistant? You shouldn't need a chance meeting to sort this out/berate him.

Run Along

If my boss—or any adult, actually—ever told me to "run along," I think I'd die inside, and possibly outside. Also I would definitely expect my boss to pick up the tab, especially if dinner was her idea. Sam is her employee, right? Is this wedding planning his only responsibility? He he saying he's taking a week of PTO to recover from Diane Devine, snake-charmer and flim-flammer? I don't understand any of this!

Fight!

Here it comes!  In one corner, we have Maniac Margo Magee weighing in at 75 pounds of pure, tightly wound torso.  In the other, the unknown serpentine challenger Divine Diane Devine.  It's going to be a fight for the ages.  Buns will become unkempt.  No amount of flim flam can force Margo to plan her own mother's wedding. 

Quit On Me

I've never been clear on whether planning Gabriella's wedding was a part of Sam's job responsibilities or whether it's just a super fun extracurricular, but it sounds like Sam might be quitting altogether! Oh no! This is terrible! We've all grown so attached to Sam, haven't we gang? We've all been there with him through so much: the ups (ordering steak) and the downs (talking about Diane Devine). This is just so sad to hear about. Can Margo possibly find anyone like Sam to take his place?

Snake in the Grass

Am I the only one picturing Diane as a snake wearing a turban and caftan?  Kind of like a female, gypsy Sir Hiss from the animated Disney version of Robin Hood? 

According to a quick search on Google, fortune-telling for purposes other than entertainment is a class B misdemeanor in New York state.  I'm just hoping for some class A flim flam hijinks.

Diane Devine

Thursday January 1, 2014

Friday January 2, 2014

YES YES YES I knew it I knew it, it's a flimflammer storyline!! Featuring not just a psychic, but an alliterative psychic! How simply... devine? Hey wait a second, that's not how you spell divine. Boo. The name isn't as spectacularly corny as I had initially thought. But whatever, this is still going to be great. Let's guess what Diane's wacky get up is going to be! I'm guessing she'll have a silver blue fauxhawk and wear and shawl/tablecloth over colorful zebra-print jumpsuit. Eh? Guys? You think? OR, maybe she'll have a modest bob haircut and a white Oxford shirt, buttoned to the neck.

By the way, thank you to Barking Monkey for pointing out the brown suit flash mob setting up behind these two. I can't wait to see their hilarious antics, set to the irresistible rhythm of Taylor Swift's "Shake It Off"! That's New York, baby!

Where Do I Start

Tuesday December 30, 2014

Wednesday December 31, 2014

I know you guys think this DOESN'T look like the Tribecca Grill, but come on! Look at that waiter! You're telling me that's not a four-star maître d'? You're telling me that's, what, some kind of used car salesman? Get outta town. Now, are we gonna talk or not?

Overworked

So, during the time of this blog's unofficial winter holiday, it seems that all we've missed is Margo taking a nap. MERRRRRRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYBODY!

Now, back to the Tribeca Grill, which I have to say looks significantly more restaurant-like than the last time we visited. (other patrons! a chandelier! a guy carrying a tray that either has a glass or a candle on it!)