restaurant: take 2

My guess is that this entry will take a few days to write. Not because I have a lot to say, but because I will most likely get bored of writng and my mind will start to wander and then I willl probably want to do something else like read, or try to go to sleep…or something.

Anyway…

First thing first. Last night I went to a restaurant. Alllow me to remind you about how much I fear restaurants. No need to bring up my last encounter with a restaurant last May. But if you do need a reminder…it was the rear ending of a car incident. Its no wonder I avoided restaurants for so long. Until last night that is. I was invited out to celebrate my friend Christina’s three years sober anniversary. I was apprehensive of course, and for once I explained to my friend other friend Jena why I was feeling apprehensive about the restaurant visit. Usually I would have made up some excuse as to why I couldn’t go. She was completely understanding, which was really nice. I felt no pressure at all, which was also nice.  It was helpful talking things out with her.

I was mostly worried about the menu. They are so overwhelming and frustrating. There never seems to be anything ‘safe’ to order, and even if there is something somewhat safe, I still never trust the food completely because I can’t see how its really made. Everything on the menu seems to include some sort of meat, and even most salads come with meat….or something my eating disoredered mind deems unacceptable. I don’t even trust the drinks, when I order diet coke, who knows if the waiter will even bring out diet coke, and then it could be to late because I take a sip or gulp even only to realize its regular coke. And then theres the part where I feel like an ass because I have to be the ‘difficult’ one when ordering such ridiculus and complicated things like just a side of veggies that arn’t even listed on the menu as a side option and soup but without the cheese and bread…which already come in the soup. So then I just want to be like fuck it, just bring me an ice cube and a pinch of salt and pepper.

Oh the joys of having an eating disorder…

But I got through the restaurant visit in one piece, and everybody else and their cars got through it in one piece. I also ended up having a nice time with the company around me, even if I did have a hard time with the food around me. And it was nice that Christina wanted me to be a part of her celebrating three years sober. Which is amazing by the way. Shes awesome!

As far as Saturday day went, that actually went good as well. The weather was great. It was actually sunny for the fisrt time in what seems to be like forever. I had group, then had coffee, then went on a walk around down town. The walk just happened to include a few stops into some shops. It didn’t help that I wanted a bunch of stuff that was to expensive though. I walked into a great vintage shop that has all this wonderful stuff…like a shoulder bag that I really really wanted and was so so lovely, but was far too much money. Okay, it wasn’t that expensive, but I’m pretty cheap and can usuallly only afford things from thrift shops rather than real vintage shops. I did however end up buying a cool wallet and sunglasses from another shop. (they were cheap)

Its spring break for school kids. Which means more work hours for me, but also more headaches. If I have to have another fucking easter egg hunt…uuggghhhhh….which I know I will, starting tomorrow morning when I return to Evelyn and Warrens house. Look…easter egg hunts were great when I was little, but after doing it a billion times in a row, hiding and finding the eggs in the same eact places a billion times in a row….it gets real fucking old fast. It dosen’t help that I hate eggs in general, even fake plastic ones! I’m pretty sure all of this will end up leading to a serious egg phobia in the future. If I have kids in the future, well then too bad for them, they will not be hunting eggs on easter…rather I will have them collect easter rocks and paint them because Easter Bunny likes rocks too..or something.

…Well, i’m pleased to report I got through the day easter egg hunt free. Okay, aside from the one egg I helpd Warren search for that left over from the easter bunny. We never found it. Easter bunny is a little bastard and hid his last damn egg really well, that or a squirrel got to it first and found the best easter nut ever.

Instead we spent a good part of the day playing frisbee. Which is fine by me because there are no eggs included in frisbee…to the best of my knowledge at least.

The Craft is on tv. I started to watch it, but quickly got distracted. I enjoy that move mostly because of Fairuza Balk. I hold her near and dear to my hear because she played Dorothy in Return to Oz. She also has lovely and intriguing eyes which well…intrigue me! See….

Its just a pretty hot picture in general. Your welcome!

And just for fun, I thought I’d go ahead and add in this lovely scene from Return To Oz. I thought this was great when I was little. I was truely fascintated!

I have Oz on my mind becaue I saw Oz The Great and Powerful last night. I enjoyed it for the most part, and James Franco is so nice to look at, but…but…thats just not Oz. Oz really was never a lovely man to look at. Ah well…I can’t get too picky. I do have to say though, that it was a bit long. And I have a hard time with long movies…well any movie over 30 minutes for that matter. I did a lot of squirming in my seat.

I caught Evelyn about to do a back flip down the playground slide the other day. I’m glad I put a stop to that because the end result would have been bad to say the least. I wasn’t prepared to put my first aid skills to the test. I did just renew my certification, but still…no….nah.

Francois is getting really big. 12.5 lbs now. He isn’t fat, just long and tall. I took some pictures of him the other day when we went out exploring. (He likes going outside to investigate.) I’m just too lazy right now to upload the pictures onto the computer. Not that anybody really cares about seeing another damn cat picture anyway. Seen one, seen them all. (I’m sure I will end up adding plenty more cat photos anyway…sorry)

Francois really likes to play with these stupid seed pod things. I don’t know what it is about them. I can only find them on the ground downtown from one particular tree thats tucked away in this little courtyard. That high maintenance litte shit. Next he will be demanding Evian water straight from the bottle. Ha…he will only be getting Deer Park if I have any say.

It was a blustery day today. I feel like Pooh bear when I say that.