Yet another exercise in contradictions…
Tonight I stepped outside of my comfort zone, once again, and headed up to Addison after work to join the lovely, the amazing, the incredible Naama for dinner and drinks. Naama is everything that is good with the world. She is as raw as she is sensative, and probably the perfect balance if humor and honesty. Some people use humor in place of honesty. Not Naama. She’s mastered the delicate dance between “telling it like it is,” and “telling it with a punch line.” AMAZING woman. I will miss you dearly when you’re back in Israel, hitting on your hot professors and living life to the fullest. Miss you already.
Anywhoo, enough is enough. Time for the snark, non? We ate at a “sushi place” in Addison called Chaucer’s. Fucking Chauser’s? For sushi? Riddle me this, folks… How exactly does Classic English Lit/Society intersect with the post-modern idea of Japanese quisine?? I was half-expecting the menu to be peppered with subtle references to the Canterbury Tales, but alas, i was immediately directed to the “two-fer-one” drink specials and a generic sushi list. Aaaaverage.
And speaking of sushi, the “uniforms” that these poor girls are required to wear are downright NASTY. Now, I’ve never been through medical school, but tonight I felt like I was playing de facto gynecologist to a few of the barmaids. Their skirts were so short, that I probably (correctly) diagnosed no less than three yeast infections. Gross. Ladies, you work at a Sushi bar… don’t become the joke. It’s just too easy.
Anywhoo, Naama had her salmon rolls (NO SEAWEED PLZZZZ) which she prepared and consumed with the precision of a neonatal surgeon. I, on the other hand, slopped my way through a ginger house salad and miso soup. Boring. The food left much to be desired, but the conversation certainly didn’t disappoint. Naama, you tell it like it is, and I just try to keep up. Go girl.
Then we both flirted with the idea of dessert, but my 3x brownies at the office kinda killed my chocolate cravings (if only for a moment). Then the creepy “late night crowd” came on the prowl, so we got the hell out of Canterbury before you could say “GHB.”
Surprisingly, I was still feeling a bit feisty (I’m on a roll, no??), so i met up with TheBrad at Zen for another tipple. We are one-in-the-same… our conversations always have a nice blend of mutual admiration/congratulation, with a healthy dose of extreeeeeme despair and, “oh shit things may get bad real soon…” So we toast to all of it, and feel better for it.
Anyway, i’m home, it’s late, and I’m really looking forward to my cocoa coffee tomorrow.
Nighty night, kids.
