The Dinner Drama Continues...

O & I have decided that if we didn't need to eat, things would be much easier.  Cause it seems like every damn time we work late, or want to eat out, SOMETHING makes it difficult.  Or impossible.  And we've just about decided that we just need to start videotapin our life, cause when we tell people how things happen to us, it really does sound like we're makin it up.  We often say to each other, jeez, you'd just have to be with us to see all this shit happenin around us.  (And our "Law of Attraction" where people just flock around us all the time continues too, but that's another post for another time.)

Ok, so after a meeting, we decide to eat out, cause I'm just not feelin like cookin.  We decided to try that new Chinese restaurant that we didn't last time when we made the mistake of goin to that other place that forgot about us.  I had always thought it was a Chinese buffet, although the building does look tiny for that. It's not.  It's a walk up to the register & order & pay like you're at McDonald's kinda place.

So we walk in.  And right away, O can tell he doesn't wanna eat there.  It's fast food....I mean really fast food. Not awesome fast food like Panda Express (which we also love).  And so O is like "Yeah...think I want something I'm gonna like better than this..."  So we just leave without approachin the cash register to order.  Then we noticed they have a Drive Thru.  Wish I'd noticed that before gettin outta the car.

So then we decide, hey, let's try that new Mexican joint that opened up recently right in our little town.  It always has lots of cars & people say it's good.  Even got a great write up in our local magazine, which made me want to try it even more.  So we're like "Yeah, let's do that!  Then we'll be close to home & everything."  So we go.  And we walk in.  And I think we realize why there's always tons of cars here.  The BAR.  But we figure we'll give it a shot.  Even though it is a bit of a dive...but I've had some of the best food ever in dives....so....we order some Queso to go with the chips.  Ok, we shoulda known by the salsa...which I suspect is just Pace from the jar.  Now I got no problems with Pace, just kinda hope for fresh made salsa when I eat out.  But we go ahead & order.  O orders the Enchilada special - 1 cheese, 1 beef.  I order the Fajita Steak Salad.  I figure, if you got good fajita meat, then I'll try other stuff.  OK...the queso....I'm not sure what the hell that was....it wasn't even the color of cheese...very light yellow like a Post It Note....& very thin & watery.  Ok fine....& then the food comes out.  I can tell just by lookin that I'm not gonna like this. But I taste it & was all like:

"Ummmmmm, I dunno what the fuck that is, but it is awful!!! How's the enchiladas?"

O: "I'm scared to try it."

Me: "REALLY....taste this fajita meat..."

O tastes & goes "What the hell? WAAAAAAY too salty!!"

So then O tries his refried beans, suspects they're 2 days old & from a can, & then he tasted the enchilada & ended up spittin that right back out & wavin our server down. And I told him "Yeah, I can't eat this.  This is just terrible!"

Server comes over & says she'll get the owner for us.  So then the owner comes over & Ollie asks her about the beans...I swear he turned into Gordon Ramsey!  He's all like "These beans....they're from a can, yes?" LOL!  And the owner goes, in her super thick Mexican accent "Oh no, those beans are made today my friend."  Ok...we didn't ask you WHEN they were made....so yeah, she kinda busted herself right there.  And I told her that fajita meat was terrible & super salty & she was just shakin her head & makin a face as if she was thinkin "You stupid gringos don't know good authentic Mexican food!" So O was like, "What do we need to do to just leave, cause we can't eat this..."  She tells us we can just leave.  And we do.  FAST.

So by this time, once again, it's gotten later than we'd like, so we ended up with, yet again, another fast food dinner.  That was the end of that attempt at dinner. After describin that fajita meat to some people, I've had more than 1 person tell me that it sounded like Menudo meat.  Eeeeew!!!!!

Two days later, it happened again.  Had a meeting run very late.  Like we were walkin out of the office around 8:15pm.  And here we go again..."What do you wanna eat?"  It's the Million Dollar Damn Question I'm tellin ya.

O: "I kinda would like a steak."

Me: "Yeah, there's that *Steakhouse That Will Remain Unnamed* just off the highway on the way home."

O: "Alright! Wow, that was easy!"

And we go.  And my 1st clue that I probably don't wanna eat here came when the hostess asked us if we had a smoking preference.  Ummmm, you can still smoke in restaurants?  Yikes!  So she takes us over to a booth that is like, the closest table to the smoking section, but I'm hungry, & it's late, so I don't say anything.  We order our food.  Bread comes out.  So far so good.  Then the salads come out.  I put the 1st bite in my mouth, & then it happened.  O saw it a split second before I did.  A fuckin ROACH is walkin right up to me...right there on the TABLE!! 

ON. THE. FUCKING. TABLE!!!  Salad comes flyin outta my mouth.  And the roach then is walkin up the side of my drink.  And O is like..."We. Are. Leaving! Get up!"  Shew, I was miles ahead of him.  We totally jumped up & ran outta there, brushin ourselves off to make sure we weren't takin anyone with us.  I bet the server must have come back with the steaks & wondered what the hell, cause we totally went *POOF*. Ummmm, G'day *Steak Chain Restaurant*!

All the way home (cause neither of us could eat at this point) we were just "I canNOT believe that fuckin just happened!"

Today we have a meeting.  And it's very close to one of our very favorite restaurants.  And I SO hope it's still one of our favorites after tonight.

Act Your Age, Not Your Shoe Size

Or rather, DRESS your age?  What does that even mean?  I'm in my 40s.  But some of the clothes I like to wear are found in the Juniors section.  And yes, when I'm shoppin in there, I see the teenagers lookin at me like, "OMG grandma, get outta here tryin to dress too young..."  And I DO see ladies my age & older, very obviously tryin to hang on to youth with their manner of dress.  And I have to wonder....do I look like that too?  

For instance....until very recently, I used to love love love wearin graphic print tops....every day...with bling & without.  Sometimes I still wear one.  But not like I used to.  Was/am I too old for those? And now I'm wonderin about a trend I'm seein in jeans.  All these jeans with white stitching....or distressed...you know, with holes....and distressed WITH white stitching.....And how about this....jeans with very ornate back pockets like this.  Am I too old for this look?  

I'm wonderin all this because O likes how these jeans look.  Recently he was all like, "I want to see how you look in a pair of these new white stitched jeans I'm seein everywhere".  And I asked him, "Doncha think I'm a bit OLD for that?"  And he goes, "Hell NO!"  So yeah, I now own not 1, but 2 pairs of white stitched jeans.  And, one pair is distressed.  Yep.  But what about these very deco'd pocket ones?  Is someone in their 40s too old for that?

Here's the thing.  Yes, I'm approaching mid 40s.  But....I'm told, pretty much by everyone, even strangers, that I don't look anywhere near my age.  Which is super flattering to me & quite amazing actually, after havin gone through such hard core treatment for the bc bullshit....anyway.....so can I pull off these younger looks cause I look younger?  OR....are people just tryin to be nice & lyin through their teeth & I in fact look exactly my age or even *shudder* OLDER?  I think this new hair length makes me look older, but when I do the ponytail thing, I (think) I look pretty much the same as I did pre bc bullshit....just shorter on ptail....Anyway, gettin off track here (thank you Sudafed & seasonal upper respiratory issues)...

How old is too old?

She's Come Undone....

Ok, so this is a tale of two hairdos.  Cause it's time for the "Hair Regrowth After Chemo" update.  First up, we have the "UN-'do".

 

This is what happens when I just blow dry & go....Ok, so I do round brush the front, but the chemo curl remains, as you can see here....

Next, we have the "UN-done Done 'do".  What that means is, this is what happens when I attempt to actually style my hair with products & brushes, but I haven't gotten a 'do cut yet....last cut was just some blending done in June....so still haven't had a REAL 'do I wanna DO. So the "UN-done Done 'do"... Just round brushed, not flat ironed.

These are right at 22 months from my last chemo, which was December 10, 2009.  And I'm thinkin of gettin somethin DONE with this 'do after Halloween...

TGIF?

First, lemme preface this rant by reminding all y'all that I take Tamoxifen...& am therefore easily emotional/aggravated/perturbed/pissed off.  Ok, got that?  Good. (Poor O...)

Sooo, yesterday started out like it was gonna be a pretty damn great Friday.  Had lunch scheduled with some friends, had a hair consultation booked, & we had a shoot that evening that didn't seem like it was gonna be difficult at all, but actually fun.  So off I go to my lunch.  Lovely lunch with friends.  Chinese.  We do it every Friday.  Then off to the hair consultation.  Lovely stylist that I've known for years.  Been going to the salon where she used to work for years.  Well, before my hair fell out from chemo....But learned she's too expensive (for me anyway) to do the cut.  I like what she was saying & all, but damn! $75!  I just can't pay that for a little "shape up & blend" kinda 'do.  So was a bit deflated when I left.  But s'ok, I wasn't wanting a cut right then & there anyway. Just suggestions...

Next up....video shoot....all went well.  It videotaped much better than we expected.  And then some fun visiting & catching up with a few friends who were there that we haven't seen in awhile.  A pretty lovely Friday so far, yeah?

And then it started happening...

O: "Hey, let's go to that new Chinese restaurant & have dinner."

Me: "Yeah, we said we wanted to do that....but I did have Chinese for lunch today."

O: "Right.  So let's go to *Restaurant That Is Named After The Street It's On* I guess...."

Me: "Cool! You need to order onion rings so I can have a couple!"

We've been eating at this newish restaurant quite a bit lately....Let's call it the Hwy Main St Grill & Bar....got the same server we've had the last couple of times.  She was not surprised that I ordered the salad with grilled chicken on it...again...O ordered the burger with onion rings.  Server brought out the bread & drinks.  We see some people we know & wave....It's about 8:15, pretty busy, but servers constantly coming out with food....for everyone....except us.  But we were having a conversation & didn't realize that yeah, pretty much everyone had been served & was cleared away & our food never came.  Our server then says, "Your food should be out any minute...lemme go check."  And then she comes out without anything.  And goes back in & comes out with our food.  Which clearly had been sitting in the window for QUITE some time.  Burger, rings, chicken...stone cold.

Me: "This has been in the window for quite a while, huh..."
Server: "I dunno....I haven't really been back there..."

Yeah, NO KIDDING! Otherwise, you would have brought us our food like, 30 minutes ago!
 
So we tell her to take it back & we need to go....we've been here like 45 minutes, getting late...we'll have to grab something somewhere else...

So we're gonna end up with fast food.  Yuck.  Seems like every time we try to get food, there's always something in the way, or difficulty or something.  Anyway......I remembered that we needed to run by the store really quick & grab some coffee, milk & half & half....Quick....right....So I'm trying to get down the aisles, & of course you can't for all the pallets bein pulled...cause it is getting kinda late at night & of course they're stocking shelves.  And if it wasn't pallets causing me frustration, it was people...who just like....STAND there...right in the way...oblivious....as if they're in a daze....or on drugs or something....never thought that 2 people could clog up an entire grocery aisle, but these people managed to do it...Now I'm gettin frustrated....can't seem to move in here without bein in somebody's way. (Some of you may know about our "magnetic attraction" issues...we walk into an empty place, & then BAM! We're crowded by all these people...) Anyway...finally get our stuff...same thing in the parking lot.  Can't back out...the whole effin population of the town we live in has decided to walk behind the car with the reverse lights on!  I'm like REALLY???  Mind, I get that nothing really traumatic has happened, but I'm an emotional Tamoxifen person, who hasn't eaten in like 10 hours at this point....

Get to the fast food joint...hoping to get home & eat & get in a scary movie blu ray before it gets too terribly late....order the food...get to the window to get it....they didn't make my food...only O's.  Which we realized right as we pulled away from the window....couldn't back up cause OF COURSE the next car had already pulled up & had cars behind them....So here I go up to the window:

*Knocks on window* "Y'all forgot my salad."

Drive Thru Chickie: "What salad?"

Me: "The salad that we ordered along with the other stuff."

Chickie looking around, asking other fast food people...."did ya get that salad?"

Fast Food Workers: "What salad??"

Yeah...by this time I'm getting very aggravated....Walk back to the car, get the receipt from O, show it to Chickie...."THIS salad!"  Chickie takes receipt & disappears into the store for a couple of minutes.  The car in line next is getting quite the show.  A girl leans out of the car window & shouts "Yeah, tell those motherfuckers they better get dat shit right! Dayum!" I'm all like, "I know, right! GAWD!"

Ahhhh, here comes Chickie:  "So, gonna be about 2, 2 or 3 minutes longer on that salad...." And I'm just REALLY pissed off & ready to be home at this point.  So I just tell her to refund the salad...(as if I trust these people to make my salad now!) 

And then, STILL trying to get home....the crazy Friday night rude/drunk/inattentive drivers were DEF out.  O was like "Just gotta laugh at this point..."  But I wasn't laughing.  I'd HAD it. Just Get. Us. Home.

And again...I realize after reading over what I've written above, doesn't seem to be all that traumatic/difficult/awful....but if you had been there....yeah....it's one of those "guess ya had to be there" deals, fueled by the lovely affects of Tamoxifen, & combined with bad servers, oblivious slack jawed rude shoppers, typical drive thru stuff & starvation.

And I'm not leaving my house the rest of the weekend.  Nope.

RIP Steve Jobs

Rest in peace Steve Jobs.

Cancer sucks.