Monday, November 24, 2008

I got to eat with another grown-up last night !

I got to eat with another grown-up last night ! Woooo doggies !







Well, I actually get to eat with another grown-up most nights of the week , but I'm sad to say, "my guy" doesn't really count. I mean he does count, but it was so good to get out of the house and have a conversation with someone else for a change. You know what I'm saying?

How sad is that... and is it indicative of our "slightly more than a little bit used to each other" relationship? No, on thinking it over ( I'm a real quick thinker, aren't I?) we have a wonderful relationship...
But you know how couples seem to hash and rehash conversations ad nauseum and have that "predictability" that comes with long-time familiarity?

You know before you even see a menu what he's going to order, because he's so darn predictable.

You know when he channel surfs, that he's going to end up with a crime show and not even look at something different.
Because he's so darned predictable.

You know that when you're talkin' with girlfriends that he's gonna start cringing and make himself scarce.
Because he's so darned predictable.

" I've got to go babe. I've got ummm.... laundry to fold at home. Yeah.. laundry. Gotta go do it" and he heads out the door so fast that everything in the room vibrates in his tail wind. And not that kind of tail wind... although it's not totally unheard of either. Just not usually when there's company around.

Unless it involves visiting with a friend that he loves to bits. Then he hangs around.
See, we had dinner with Miz K last night, who was/is in town for a few days working at our local branch of where she works. (trying to maintain her anonymity here) and we got together at a semi- local restaurant called Zaragosa, that specializes in Mexican / Spanish food.
Food that isn't typical here in Australia at ALL, because there just isn't much "south of the border" influence here... for some strange reason. Unless you count Tasmania. Which really doesn't count. Because there IS no border.

Anyway, the meal was great, the prices were reasonable and the company was even better. It felt so darn good to talk about t-shirts and real estate and home renovations and just ... stuff while enjoying some good food and almost authentic ambiance. ( I loved their Christmas tree with "south of the border" inspired chili ornaments) I had the "la mexicana combinación" as did my Über-predictable guy and Miz K had the "seafood fajitas"... that looked absolutely yummy and made me (slightly - only slightly) regret my choice.
It was a lovely meal... we had us some great company and conversation... and it was just a wonderful night all 'round. I was sad to see it end, but I know we'll do it again soon, because Miz K is just so relaxing and comfortable to be around... you know? She's just made that way.

I'm going to try to re-adjust my schedule for next Saturday ( my guy is retired, so he has no schedule to worry about, unless it concerns folding laundry at inopportune times) so that we can get together with Miz K again, for Thanksgiving dinner at her and Mister K's house.

Yummm...Mexican food and Thanksgiving dinner with good friends... all within 6 days of each other!!!
Is my life fantastic, or what??

2 comments:

Pam said...

What a fun, relaxing evening!

tatertales said...

I'm glad you had such a good time. Nights out like that are so much fun. I hope y'all have a wonderful Thanksgiving celebration!

Oh, you know, I wondered if those folks named the turkey, too, so I asked my mom. She didn't know the answer, but she felt sure that they did. She said with their sense of humor it was probably something like "Harry!" :)


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