Don't change for you

Last call for alternative eighties dance night in Ann Arbor--Plastic Passion at Necto tomorrow night. I'm headed over the water and would not mind company. I'd say a wingman, but that implies that I'd be likely to talk to people I don't know.

The numbers on the new Vitamin Cyrano are a bit lower than Christmas or Valentine's. A bit lower in that I think there's one person besides me. This likely either means that the theme is not as attractive or that I've worn thin the patient tolerance of friends and family and an actual audience has yet to appear. This is not a guilt trip to a pity party, but it may change how I do things if the next installment runs about the same.

The visit with the nutritionist was... disappointing because I'm a smart person. She looked at the menu I composed yesterday and said mainly "this looks good, keep doing it, but more of it." More vegetables, frozen if they're not local is best. Protein with fruit. Here's a book with data on the composition of foods* and here are websites with more information, and here's one with recipes.

*This is actually wicked useful and was worth the $10 copay.