January 04, 2008 Hey, you wanna know what is NOT a good idea when you have been alone, housebound and sick at the Holidays??? Bingo!!! Looking through the "memory box"!!!! Hmmm. Feh.
What I did find that was amusing is what I am going to post below. There was a time when I worry not of money....a time when I moved back in with my folks...at which juncture I used to frequent some fancy dining holes solo. My favorite was Jeffrey's, which is one of Austin's oldest and best fine dining spots, with a scant number of tables in it's dimly lit cave of a house.
One evening when I was noshing there I took notes about my surroundings. Here they are, without editing. Most items are comments of other diners I overheard, which are in quotes....lines not in quotes are my observations.
Dinner at Jeffrey's, June 24th 2002
"Is everything on the Menu this evening?"
"It's the first 'Wild' Salmon of the season...I don't know if you can handle it!"
"For the Women and Their Work's show I am going to wear a red-sequined dinner jacket!"
They call their home "The Property"
Alabaster candle holders look to be worth the money
Under the linens the tables look like the ones at Conan's Pizza
I think that what is overheard on the Tube is more interesting than in this restaurant
It appears to be such a struggle for the wait staff to be polite. They are so cautious. Can it be possible that the general clientele might be so impolite ass to cause this behavior?
Diners are falling into two categories.
The people that are so wealthy that sitting here is nothing to them...a drop in the bucket. They are loud and swearing and friendly to the waiters.
The people who have saved up for the night on the town...asking the price of everything. They are quiet and assume that they have to degrade and boss around the waiters.
"You see! He's taken control of you ALREADY!"
Solid black pendant fixtures are lovely and moody
Petite Caesar Salad, Boquerones, Tuna Tartare with a raw quail egg
Porcini Gnocchi with Mozzarella, French Horns, Pecorino and Braised Grapes
The all talk about Politicians but not Politics...where their buddy Kay Bailey Hutchinson gets her landscaping guys
He is talking about his money as if it makes him virile...yet his cough tells me that he is dying...
January 3, 2009 When did I swallow two red golf balls? In my sleep? And why do they have dime sized white spots? I check my insurance and find that HEB has a nurse practitioner clinic that I can go to on Sat...I gotta get in now!!!! Yay Strep Throat. The nurse looked visibly grossed out by my throat. When he looked in my ears I said, "Hey, is there a wax plug in that one?" He said yes and asked if I wanted it removed.
"Boy howdy, there is nothing more that I would like than to get the wax plug removed! Happy NY to me!!!" - which I didn't say out loud.
Yes, please remove it. He pulls out some tool and starts to tug, at which point I experience such a sharp pain that I jerk away from him. The look on his face was priceless...a mixture of sedate and mostly hidden amusement and concern that he may have hurt me. I, on the other hand, was probably hissing at him with my paws in the air and my shoulders raised....a little angered badger. Ear wax badger.
THAT was the point that he described how the wax had been there a while and that it was going to tear the skin "a leeeetle bit", so "prepare yourself, and stay still..."
Arrrrrrrrrrrrggghh! Come on dude!!! He got it. As he was writing up my prescription for antibiotics I noticed that my hearing was lessening. He simply said, "That's okay, your ear is just filling up with blood." Again, REALLLY???? Alright. So I go to the Pharmacy to put in my script and they give me a timeline of 30 minutes.
What is a better use of my 30 minutes than to sit in the waiting area as the Golem....terrorizing families. When the blood started pouring out of my ear I looked at the lady next to me and said, "Ebola..."
I should have smiled so as to not be gruesome and to show the joke...but I didn't really care. She got up and moved. In fact, everyone who came into the waiting area moved away from me. When I got home I decided that I had to do the unthinkable...let my folks take my baby dog for a couple of days. She needs her longer walks and they love watching her...so Dad comes to pick her up.
As he was about to leave I said, "Look at how swollen my glands are...my whole throat is like a tube. Here, feel my glands." He suddenly stopped looking like my Dad, but instead looked like a grossed out little boy. He simply said, "I don't want to." ...with no feet stamping, but almost.
My little puppy Leelu and Dad were pulled away and I said to my father through his window, "Can Leelu get Strep from me?" Dad thought for a moment and then said, "Hmmm, I don't think so...unless you were french kissing her." I told him that I hadn't done that since Tuesday, so she should be okay. We laughed, he drove off, I've been napping.
I'm hoping the rest of 2009 goes up hill. I didn't think I would have already heard the comment, "That's okay. Your ear is just filling up with blood." (I kinda think it's funny...even though I still can't really hear out of it.)
Ahhhhh...2009. What new things will be in store for me this year? 2008 held difficult times...many deaths...some health things...the flood...financial woes....all in all, kind of a crap year. I think that 2009 MUST be better, or at least as exciting/dynamic as last year.
The last few days of my 2008 were kind of perfect and magical (private non-blog material), but so far here is the brief recap of 2009, thus far.
December 31, 2008 That morning started by waking up early to what I can only describe as acute and terrifying stomach pains. Distention and stabbing so bad that I couldn't sit or stand up straight. I've felt this before...food poisioning of some sort....or a bacterial infection in the intestines. Yay infection.
"Infection is your finest flower, mildewed in the mist." - The Residents
As the day went on, it got worse and worse, a fever looming over me and a disapointed girlfriend over canceled NYE plans. Then I got sick...toilet hugging sick...which was so bad I broke blood vessels around my eyes. I looked at myself in the mirror and said in disgust, "Oh come on! Really? Really!?!"
January 1, 2009 I woke up that Thursday still feeling awful, with the cramps worse and the fever higher. I drifted in and out of consciousness all day between movie watching. At midday I realized that I needed ONLY broth and tea for the next two days to clear my system. So it went.
January 2, 2009 Friday, lovely Friday! When I got up Friday...I knew it. I knew that I was really, REALLY sick. It was time to call in the big guns. I Call Mom. I tell her that I know she has offered to come over in the past for a myriad of things, and I never let her. She comes over when good things are happening...I don't like her here when I feel bad. Hell, the house is clean...I feel like crap...I need her help. She comes, I nap, we bicker, she leaves, I apologize(to my Dad to pass to Mom), she calls to check on me later. I try archaic home remedies that are too blue for this blog...sleep.
I'm a Facilities Designer in Austin, TX. I move between many different circles which range from the old Austin hipster guard, to the science geeks, to musicians and artists, political extremists (all ways), the Godless and the God-Filled, and of course...some Asshats.
I'm open minded.