We were both too tired to think about preparing food. We were also both too hot to do anything in this apartment. So we took a little walk over to a local casual dining joint, where I experienced an evening of firsts.
Three Good Things (and one not-so-great):
- I sucked down my Arnold Palmer like it was heaven on earth. I rarely finish whatever non-alcoholic drink I am served with my dinner. I got a refill on that baby before our food was served! Possibly even before we'd ordered it, I think. I was either incredibly thirsty, or else there is no other place that even really serves a Real Arnold Palmer. Those other places will let you order one, but what they bring you is iced tea and lemonade. Island's' Arnold Palmer was just sweet enough, just lemony (tart) enough, and super cold and wet and refreshing. Gone, Baby. So Good, I had to have more. And honestly, I have never done that before.
- I ordered off the menu! No substitutions, no leave-offs, no add-ons, just straight up "as it comes". I'm very Sally
- (not-so-great thing) - I bit down on a french fry and popped part of my molar out into my hand. No, it probably wasn't the french fry that broke it, it may have been a bit of celery that made it "ready" to go. I have been having some issues with my furthest-back molar on my lower right jaw. I'd had an infection in the gums that had been irrigated and oil-pulled and night-guard-worn to prevent worsening. I do a lot of my chewing on the left side, particularly if I'm having any pain in that stupid tooth on the right. The last dental Dx I'd gotten was for a root canal and crown, and even with insurance, I ain't gonna afford that. I'll take an extraction if I must, fuck you very much! So guess which tooth broke tonight? You guessed it!
that tiny thing, dead center you can't see it very well b'cus I couldn't get my phone INSIDE my mouth
- I had a very active day today, what with laundry and other cleaning and my fitting, but by the time we returned from dinner, I hadn't gotten my steps in yet. So I put my leftover half sandwich in the fridge, laced up the sneaks, and did a twenty minute Power Digestion Walk. I don't know if I've ever cleansed my colon as quickly as I did tonight, nor do I necessarily recommend it. There's nothing quite like the feeling that you're going to leave little turd bombs on the sidewalk because you just don't make it to a toilet in time. I'm not talking accidentally shitting your pants for some medical (or drunk) reason; I mean, I thought I was gonna make like a rabbit with a poop-n-scoot, but while vertical and walkingasfastasIcould. Thank God I made it! Don't try this at home, kids. I am a trained professional. Professional Sphincter-Squeezer, that is. Yeah, Right!
Is it possible you've had an evening of firsts that somehow managed to "top" mine? Tell me about it.