So today we went completely ‘off road’ and didn’t order anything on the special restaurant week menu. Partially because the special menu came with a glass of wine (I probably shouldn’t drink since I’m whacked out on amoxocillan) and partially because we’d had all of their appetizer choices and were feeling rather meh about all of them. (Seriously, before the paycuts, we used to go to this restaurant religiously for lunch on Sundays.
(Denise: we went to the place that you and I met at for dinner around Christmas)
(Mom: we went to the place that you, Gene and I went for dinner for my birthday, where we watched Purdue in the bar)
(Everyone else: Come visit and we’ll go there, I promise)
I had: deviled eggs, cheeseburger with french fries and a few bites of Gene’s dessert
Gene had: gazpacho, trout, a mojito and strawberry shortcake (which was nowhere near as good as the shortcake Gene had Tuesday)
Gene wins.
And because who doesn’t like hearing about the minuteia of my health…I’m feeling better. I made it through an entire day at work and since the first 90 minutes of the day lasted about 12 hours… bleh. It was fairly slow at work today (hooray for catch up!) but when I was on the phone I got tons of sympathy from my clients (and no, I didn’t play the “Please be nice, I’m siiiiiick!” card because that is Completely Unprofessional). Hilariously, a client was giving me an enormous amount of crap about something (he was wroooong) and still very kindly said “hope your allergies or cold or whatever feels better soon!”.
(awww!)