Monday night, I got a strange phone, or actually the phone call wasn’t strange, but it was strange that I got it. Ugh, I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m stressed at work and I can’t think right.
Anyway, so the call Monday night was from my ex-wife Irene. I haven’t talked to her since the summer of last year. We got caught up and made plans to hang out on Saturday. I’m super excited, and I will take plenty of pictures… because I have like NONE of her.
Tuesday night I went to hang out with Michelle, Eric, and Javi. We went to Pok-E-Joe’s barbecue first and had dinner. I hadn’t been to the one at Hancock Place yet, and it was much nicer than the one we normally go to; the one in the arbor. This one was much nicer, but over by the soda fountain it smelled like vinegar and ass. I claimed it was Javi’s ass in particular, but it could have been someone else’s… I’m just saying.
I had sausage with a double order of Mac-N-Cheese, because I freaking love theirs. Mmmmm… I could eat some right now!
After dinner we went to Javi’s to watch Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, which I have to say was my LEAST favorite of the series so far. It just didn’t have much of a plot or storyline, that’s pretty much the same thing, hu? Anyway, it was ok, but I felt like it was too long and didn’t really go anywhere. It was also much darker than the other ones, not in context, but visually.
Eric had brought some Twix candy bars for each of us. I, shockingly, have always been allergic to Twix, ever since I was like 5. I had one once with my mom and I broke out in hives or something and I think we went to the hospital. So, yeah, um… I’ve never had one again. Last night I decided to be brave, risk my life, and have a Twix for the first time in 25 years.
Well, since you are reading this, I obviously survived. I was a little nervous about eating it, so I only took one bite. I waited a bit, ok a TINY bit, and then ate one of the bars. I waited a little bit again (I have no patience, it wasn’t long) and ate the other one. I started feeling a little anxious, but I couldn’t tell if it was because of the Twix, or if I was psyching myself out. So I just ignored the feeling and it went away, and I survived, with no hives. I was probably never really allergic to the Twix, but maybe something foreign that got into that specific one.
Luckily I didn’t think the Twix was all that great, so I don’t feel like I missed out on anything all these years. It was good, but just not something to be bitter about having missed out on… it’s not like it was a Cherry Kit Kat or a Milkyway.
Work is still going crazy. It should slow down soon, as spring break hits across the country. It will be a much welcome relief. Ooh, speaking of relief, I heard a word last night on the movie that I want to start using. It was “frivolity”, which I didn’t think was a real word. I know frivolous, but frivolity just sounds made up.
So tonight I am having dinner with M.Lo and I’m hoping that it will be full of frivolity.
