2005-01-21 - 4:48 p.m.

I just had a fish eye experience. Totally out of the blue I got an email from a girl I went to college with (and haven’t seen since) telling me my college boyfriend is ill with an inoperable brain tumor and the doctors don’t give him much time. How do you respond to an email like that? “Wow, that really sucks. Inoperable huh? Wow, too bad tell him I said hi. But on a lighter note, how are you?” doesn’t seem appropriate.
I dated him for a few months when I was about 20, it seems like a hundred years ago but really it’s much closer to thirteen. In the end I wanted to date someone else, so instead of breaking things off with him I just stopped speaking to him. Basically I was just too much of a chicken to tell him I fancied someone else because (oh get this it’s priceless) I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Because by not taking his calls and ignoring him I was letting him down easy. Way to be passive aggressive libbyfish.

But on a lighter note (ahem)… Tomorrow is P’s birthday, but since a friend of his is flying in for the weekend we had our romantic dinner last night. P has wanted to try this restaurant called King’s Carriage House since we moved to the neighborhood. It is a three-course prix fix menu that changes daily. All I can say is that I want to eat the starter I had for dinner for the rest of my life. Pan seared scallops in a buerre blanc with sevruga caviar. I could have eaten about seven plates of that. The main course was really nice as well P had a filet mignon au poivre and I had a roasted duck breast in hoisin sauce. Mmmm. Although afterward I was wishing I had that bulimia gene. I was so stuffed I couldn’t move.

Speaking of good food, I had the best lunch today. This morning I had a hard time getting out of bed so I didn’t have time to make myself something to eat for breakfast so I was full on starving by 11 AM. For reasons I cannot explain I was craving Mexican food like a starving pregnant woman. I dragged P out in the freezing cold to Mexican Radio (no, it is not owned by Wall of Voodoo) to have a burrito the size of a toddler’s arm. Mmmmm toddler’s arm.

The couple that was sitting next to us was scary. The girl was very overweight and wearing a SKIN TIGHT leopard print top (this isn’t why she was disgusting but I thought it worth mentioning). Her unwashed hair was piled up on her head in an uncombed mess held in control with what looked like a bit of ribbon she had taken out of the dumpster after Christmas. The guy, there were just so many things wrong about him I don’t know where to start, but there is a very good chance she found him in the dumpster laying next to the ribbon. There they were eating and chatting, literally, the food was flying out of their mouths with alarming speed. Had you been the third party at their table you would have been covered in taco shell shrapnel. I was three feet away and I could see the food flying, how neither one of them seemed to notice (or care) that they were being pelted by half eaten nacho chips astounds me. I guess I took that “don’t talk with your mouth full” rule to heart.

Just an update on libbyfish’s parents, they have officially been put on the deathwatch they signed on their house in The Villages. They are so rude to leave their daughters in the bitter cold while they go off for spring break. All I can say is I had better not see my mom on Seniors Gone Wild wearing ten strands of Mardi Gra beads because no one should have to see that!

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