The Sick and the Sappy

18Feb09

 

Oh shit…I’b thick. I’b tho thick. I can’d dop deezing.

 

This…kind of sucks. My voice sounds like Barry Manilow if he were wearing that nose cap that Rudolph’s dad made him wear to hide his red nose.

 

Essentially: I sound like Henry Kissinger.

 

Needless to say, taking phone calls at work has been an absolute blast

 

Phone: rrrrrrRRIIINNNNGG!

 

Self: Good bording, dis is Jeddy, how cand I help you dooday?

 

Caller: Um, well. I got a bill and I was won-

 

Self: HOLD OD! Jud a bidute, I…I – I *SNEEEEZE*

 

I’m waiting for the gale force of my sneezes to either fling my two monitors at the wall, or to propel me backwards until I am no longer in the office. Or I’m expecting proboscis like strands of mucus to leave my nose to cold-heartedly send people to collections. Seriously, after watching so many Mucinex commercials, I don’t doubt that MY mucus has the power to do this.

 

I actually find those commercials incredibly unsettling. I’ll agree that Mucinex is a fine product, however, the thought of my chest being a quaint bed and breakfast for boogery people really kind of skeeves me out.

 

…less than the kraken like monster I’ve convinced myself is living in my sinuses.

 

Regardless, I haven’t written about Valentine ’s Day, yet.

 

Originally, we were planning on going to X/O, an Asian restaurant. I love eel, and I knew that they had a great broiled eel dish, plus, Speedle had never been there. We didn’t make a reservation, but we weren’t planning on heading out to the restaurant until 8:30-ish anyway, so figured it wouldn’t be a big deal.

 

X/O ended up being kind of busy, but it didn’t seem THAT bad. We stood at the front, waiting for the hostess. She finished…whatever she was doing (I firmly believe that she was just doodling and avoiding eye contact) and ran off! Ten minutes later, she returned to the host stand. She turned to a man that had already been helped, and asked if he needed anything.

 

Hostess: May I help you? (to Helped Man)

 

Helped Man: Nope! I’m all set!

 

Self: Hi! You could help US!

 

Hostess: [glare that is meant to incinerate]

 

Hostess: [with a tone of voice that is reserved for the people that murdered your family]

 

Hostess: …how?

 

Self: um…a table? Chairs? I don’t usually just stand in the fronts of restaurants.

 

Hostess: [rolls eyes]

 

Self: [considers smacking with a raw fish]

 

Hostess: half hour.

 

Hostess: [walks away]

 

Self:…hmph…

 

Speedle: That. Little. ****.  [rhymes with punt, shunt, and runt]

 

Self: …Wanna try The Bull’s Head?

 

Speedle: Sure!

 

So we walked out, and started heading down the street. On our way, we saw another swanky joint called Tre Cugini. Neither of us had been there either, so we checked out the menu. The cheapest meal was in the lower $20 range…a little to rich for my blood, but…it was a holiday! Right? Special Occasion?

 

Didn’t matter though, they were booked.

 

FINALLY we made it to The Bull’s Head, and I fell in love with the place all over again.

 

We were sat immediately.

 

Our appetizer was out in five minutes.

 

Our dinner was out in an appropriate fifteen minutes after that.

 

The food was simply amazing. I had a duck breast with a blackberry Chambord sauce, with asparagus and mashed sweet potatoes. Speedle had fried perch with creamed spinach and rice. He also had a margatini (a weird blend of margarita and martini…go figure) while I stuck to a classic dirty martini. It actually ended up being the perfect meal, the portions were just enough to fill us up, but not need to take anything home. The atmosphere was cozy and intimate, but not impersonal to other customers.

 

The prices were quite reasonable as well, for what we ordered.

 

I was so afraid it was going to be an awful Valentine’s after the runt at X/O…but it turned out wonderfully.

 

*SNEEZE*

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