Friday, 29. May 2009
Last night I was naughty.
The thought of cooking for myself after a long day sounded about as awesome as one of Lamb’s throat-punches.
I started thinking about Salt Creek’s grilled artichokes and then my car just automatically turned into the parking lot.
This is naughty because one of the things that is no longer in the budget is my solo dining experiences while Laef is on the road. I did so good this month and figured that it was already May 28, so technically it’s like June 1, and therefore I had succeeded.
It was bustling at the Salt Creek. The bar was filled to capacity with Cougars and Cougar-lovers watching the NBA playoffs.
And, OF COURSE, just as I sat down with my first glass of wine my phone rang.
It was Laef.
We had played phone tag all day and I wasn’t sure if I’d catch him later. I had to answer. But, it’s so loud, he’s going to know right away.
Laef: “Where are you?”
Me: (whispering) “Salt Creek.”
Laef: “DOUBLE busted.”
I am pretty sure Laef understands the dilemma of not feeling like cooking, and also understands it’s even worse when it’s just for yourself, so he quickly changed the subject and let me know the real reason he was calling.
It is 88 degrees in Eugene this weekend.
WTF. It’s raining in LA today.
While sitting at my table for one at SCG, a group of 17-year-old boys anxiously awaited for their friend to arrive so they could yell, “SURPRISE!”
The boy came. He was surprised. Happy 17th Birthday. You get to celebrate with $16 appetizers, $30 entrees, unlimited lemonade and 10 of your BFFs.
Birthday boy’s mom was taking a bevy of photos, using her gigantic diamond for a flash and his dad was instructing the waiters to “bring them anything they want. Only the best. I’ll come back to settle the bill later.”
And then his parents left.
They ordered 10 lemonades and bacon-wrapped shrimp to start things off.
(BTW, I wasn’t like stalking them from across the room. They were 10 inches from me. And 17. They talk loud.)
I pondered being 17 with rich parents. I pondered being 17 and having dinner with a group of friends without having to worry about bills, weddings, car payments, litter boxes, wanting to have sex every single day without ever being tired, grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, etc.
And then a few minutes later, ANOTHER birthday group arrived and sat at a table right next to the boys.
Only this one was for a little old lady. I don’t know how old she was, but it was the opposite of 17.
So, then I pondered being the opposite of 17. Retired. Family Raised. Life lived.
Just when I wasn’t sure what would be more exciting, the little old lady ordered Grey Goose on the rocks. Double.
I wish I could be as bad ass as she was. But, my 30-something self could only manage red wine on a Thursday.
Can’t wait to celebrate life with vodka on the rocks.