*RANT AHEAD*
PS - happy not-wedding anniversary to me (4 years)! Nothing like reflecting on my marriage, my subsequent divorce, and wonder if I ever plan to marry again because I always end up fighting on this day....
It's all good though- just ask me tomorrow.
So this was the exact post as stolen from PD's blog:
Memorial Weekend In Dallas – Saturday
It was my job to cook dinner on Sunday, so we dedicated much of Saturday to picking up supplies for that endeavor.
We started out at the Farmer’s Market. It was cool to see all the vendors there and all the fresh produce, and other things. I was pretty hungry, but I decided not to try any of the food from the carts there. Kessabug can’t eat beef, so I didn’t want to eat without her, seeing how most of the food contained beef. Also, I’m not much of a people person…or better yet, not much of a “stranger” person so I don’t do as well in those types of situations. I didn’t feel like talking to anyone, so…I didn’t buy anything.
I made the mistake of comparing it to Pike Place Market in Seattle. After that there was a lot of “so, my market isn’t good enough, or big enough, or have people that throw fish….I’m sooooo sorry.” I did enjoy the experience, even if I didn’t buy anything.
Next it was time for lunch. We ended up at a “Jamaican” place not too far away from the market. It smelled amazing in there, and it was a packed house so I knew it was going to be good. It was filling up fast so I went to save us a table while she waited in line to order. We ended up with boiled shrimp, fried pickles, grilled zucchini, and a bowl of shrimp gumbo. The boiled shrimp was amazing…and pretty much the only good thing we had, but that was enough. (We did order a pound of it.)
With full bellies we decided to head back to her apartment and get some rest, before the epic grocery shopping. I had planned on making chicken tacos with homemade guacamole, roasted veggies and Spanish rice (you know, the lime and cilantro kind). For dessert I wanted to try making a flan. We’ll come back to that one in a bit.
After the naps were over we headed out to Central Market. If you don’t know, this is a very high-end grocery store. This was my first time in a place like that and it was pretty amazing. Along with all the great fresh foods they offered, you could also sample such things as Bloody Mary’s and Mimosas. We steered clear of these things…but we did try the Blood Orange Juice. This is where the older server guy told us “You have to try my Mimosas!” No thanks…we’ll be over here trying the spicy ketchup…or should I say Catsup? I am in a Central Market. We picked up a few things for dinner, including Blood Orange Soda and some Bubbies, pronounced boobies. (You have to find out on your own what Bubbiesare, with a little help.) She was real excited for me to try these. Don’t know why.
After this we headed to Aldi, which just so happen to be on the complete opposite side of the shopping spectrum. Here we picked up the majority of the food I would need on Sunday. On the way out I saw some flowers, stopped and showed them to her. I was told “if you buy me flowers at Aldi’s I’ll cut you!” “Okay, let’s get in line then.” Needing a few more things we headed on over to a regular grocery store, but I can’t remember what it was called.
There we got our few remaining items, and loaded up on soda…but not just any soda. We got Orange Cream Soda, Blue Cream Soda and a Lemon Soda that could probably take paint off a car. We had everything we needed so we headed back to her apartment. There may have been more naps, but I can’t remember. While I was putting the food away she stepped outside to order a pizza for us.
But, not just any pizza. We took off and headed toward Plano. This must be some special pizza, and it was. We ended up at a Chicago Style Pizza joint. We walked in and were the only ones there, along with the owner and his one helper. The pizza was pretty epic. She had told me that she ordered cheese, but she really ordered Italian sausage. Mmm. She also ordered a medium, that we were able to eat a combined three slices of. But hey, that gave us lunch for the next day. Next it was entertainment time.
She had told me about this retro bar/arcade a few times, so we ended up going there after the pizza. It was a neat place, but I wasn’t really feeling it. I feel bad, because the first time she asked me if I wanted to leave I said yes. I could have stayed longer. It had about 20 retro arcade games, three skee ball games, and a super sizedJenga game. It was called Barcade. I lasted about twenty minutes, maybe.
There is one reason BroJo isn’t awesome…with more to come.
Coming up next you will hear about me actually cooking the food. Uh-Oh.
With my response:
eia. I thought you had said it was going to be a “hole in the wall” type of place…which usually means small, quiet and not many people - so we have different definitions. It’s a place I really would have liked back when I drank, but I don’t anymore and it makes it hard. I’m a person that has had to deal with social anxiety issues in the past - what's social about playing games??? Gamers are the epitome of awkwardness and lack of social skills. Is it too much to be social with me??…and I did it with alcohol, eventually developing a drinking problem. I’m getting better, but still have a ways to go. I’m sorry that you got upset. - but it's ok if I take YOU to bars- then you can't complain. I know that it was awkward for you, but you can just deal with it even after you ask to leave- you can just wait a bit more, can't you?And from the sound of it, I didn't accomplish that either.