Come for the Shrimp Toast, but STAY for the Abuse...

I'll get to that in a moment. So, I had a pretty exciting Friday, some of which the other party with me found wholly humiliating.

Friday was a most excellent day. I got up at 10:40, got dressed, and headed out to pick up Melissa. Earlier in the week, we had decided to indulge our desire for shrimp toast, so we had planned to work a trip to Szechuan Garden in during our day of play. As luck would have it, Mel & I left her dad's house around 11:20, so we decided to make it a bit of an early lunch. For those of you unaware of what the miracle of shrimp toast is, aside from describing it as a most delightful party of flavour, I'd have to describe it as follows: a mound of flaked shrimp meat (possibly imitation, but delicious none the less) mixed with some kind of binding ingredient (possibly creme cheese), set atop a piece of toast, lightly battered, then fried to a golden brown. I'm not real sure how anything like that could ever be disliked by anyone, but I digress. The 'Chinese' food is average, at best, at Szechuan Garden, but Melissa and I could probably be convinced to shank someone if shrimp toast were the reward...other possible rewards include, but are not limited to: Josh Hartnett (only for Mel), most Vietnamese fare, a master's degree we didn't have to work for, or a sum of money (really, we'd probably do it for around $1000 bucks, but that's not a guarantee of death. At best it would be a maiming). And, again, I digress. Let me get to the meat and potatoes of this day. Mel & I walked into SG, and a small Asian man asked us if we wanted a booth or a table. I told Mel I wanted a booth, Mel relayed said message to tiny Asian man, and, at that point, his eyes became wide with a look of shock & horror. From there, he paraded us around the front of the restaurant looking for a booth that was at the end of the row. It occurred to me, at that point, what was about to happen. Small Asian Guy found a booth on the end, and then he proceeded to make a spectacle of using his Small Asian Guy body to forcibly move the end booth further away from the table. Melissa, by now, had become mortified; I had started laughing. I then proceeded to tell the man, "Excuse me, this is really unnecessary...Please stop. This is wholly uncalled for...STOP." When SAG had decided that he had moved the beeth far enough apart, he then tried to move the table, made some headway, but then failed. So, Mel & I sat down, at which point, the table was much too far away from me, so I instinctively pulled it back toward me. Then, the table was far too far away from Melissa, but she couldn't scoot the booth forward again, so she had to eat on the edge of her seat. I found this whole action completely unnecessary but hilarious; however, Melissa was completely mortified. Seriously, SAG really deserved to be tripped as he walked away, at the very least. Anyway, shrimp toast was procured, and no tip was left, so all was ok in my book... Admittedly, though, neither of us intend to ever patronize that place again.

From there, we went to the HobLob, because I really wanted to hit up the Christmas deco sale. Allow me to say, I didn't even make it to the Christmas aisles before we were forced to leave for our next appointment. But, not all was lost. I did manage to procure a few items (on clearance, of course) for the scrapbook I'm working on that, I'll be honest, will probably NEVER be finished. But seriously, if YOU like to scrapbook, let me know, coz I have a LOT of stuff.

Mel & I went on to our next appointment, which was a bonding experience, heh. Melissa sat in with me in the early afternoon with a PCOS specialist, who did a uterine ultrasound & exam, Turns out I should be able to have kids, so that excites me. Well, the fact that my ovaries aren't the size of raisins is what actually excites me. Unfortunately, in my stupidity, I didn't think to mention that I have a latex allergy, so my veejay will be paying for THAT for a while.

Anyway, after that hot mess of a show, Melissa & I picked up her boyfriend, and then we hauled ass to the incredibly ghetto mess that IS Mall of the Mainland, to Cinemark 12, to see Social Network. Here's what I have to say about THAT. First, the movie was exceedingly long. It has a run time of 2:01, I think, and, I'm sorry, but I love a good ol' fashioned 90 minute movie. Also, maybe I'm just stupid, but the movie started and ran for like 5 minutes before I realized it was the MOVIE, and not some HORRIBLE preview. But, none-the-less, the movie was mostly entertaining and kind of informative. I'd probably watch it again. I might even pay another $2.75 to see it, but that's the about it. I had thought of something else clever and witty to say here, but my oh-so-amazing list of drugs I take for pain & such have apparently hijacked another train of thought, so just pretend I said something witty & clever and chuckle a bit.

So, I have to go back to this beeth moving thing. I feel like there should be a movement created that governs the way that fat people are treated publickly (<-- screw you guys, I choose to use the -ck because just a -c would make it -lissly). I mean, sure, you can still judge us, and other fat people can judge fatter people still (like me. I'm not a self-hating fatty. I acknowledge the fact that I'm overweight, but I also acknowledge the fact that HOLY SHIT, HOW DO YOU EVEN FIT IN THE SHOWER!?...which immediately provokes the thought of that disgusting scent that extremely FAT people have. Dr. Brennan mentions it in an epi of Bones...yeah, you either get that reference or you don't). Anyway, I think, as a general rule, if you could fit 4 of us into a Ford Fiesta without a shoe-horn or a crowbar, you probably DON'T need to move the beeth apart. Also, if we can still wear items from Victoria's Secret (again, without the use of a shoe-horn or a crowbar), you probably DON'T need to pull the beeth apart (have you picked up on 'beeth' yet, people? I hope so, coz it's not a typo).

Speaking of Vicki's, does anyone know when the next semi-annual sale is? I'm in desperate need of some panties on the cheap. First person to let me know gets a firm handshake, a pat on the back, and maybe this $25 Visa giftcard I have, which was separated from the instructions on how to activate it, and now you can't, but I carry it around anyway, in hopes one day of activating it, or maybe pawning it off on someone else (which is how I got it. I do appreciate it, though. Thanks, Mom! No, I'm not being sarcastic. Mom gives me a lot of her random giftcards if she thinks she won't use them or she'll forget about them, so I wouldn't wanna screw up that gravytrain, right? RIGHT. Right now I'm waiting for the freezer to clear out so I can order some Omaha Steaks, and I'm waiting for SOMEONE to tell me when the next Vicki's sale is, so I can have an excuse to head that way AND go to Red Robin for about $25. Oh, and no, I'm not giving you either of those giftcards). Really, though, you could PROBABLY figure out how to activate it, and I think it might even be $50, so isn't the possibility of maybe getting a free $50 worth finding out when the next sale is? I think so. I would.

Moving right along, though. Let me tell you about today: It was rather uneventful, and, honestly, it was a wonderful day.

Vesko & I went to my parents' house, where Vesko put a new top frame & roof on my dad's golf cart. Vesko says he didn't do anything, really, but it really means a lot to me that he does things like that for my dad or for my family. Having been in a relationship where my husband was completely emotionally unattached & distanced not only from my family, but HIS, too, it's really a wonderful change to have someone who is so devoted to both his & mine. Vesko never complains or whines about anything he's asked to do, and rarely is he asked. He frequently volunteers before it can even be said, and I have to admit, it warms my heart.

Mom also picked up her new Expedition today (oh, you didn't know she'd bought one? Yeah, neither did I), and I have to say, it's not bad! I'm definitely excited that it's NOT white (it's silver). We were supposed to go to the UH foosball game tonight, too, but my stomach was not ideal, one of my signature headaches came about, and, for some reason, I was exhausted. I'm telling you, I wouldn't wish this on ANYone. It's terrible, really. Mom was very understanding, though, and I love her for that.  She has been there for me through all of my health BS this year to support me & just listen and be understanding, and, for that, she is a saint. I really wish that all of you could have the relationship with your mother that I have. Not only is it mutually beneficial, it's really just a LOT of fun.

Ooh, speaking of fun, Vesko got my Celica running, because we needed to move it out of storage at my parents' barn & here to our house. I had finally come to peace about selling it, but I'm telling you, every time I get in that car & let it go, it gets harder & harder to let go. It is just a TON of fun to drive. I'm really a reasonable person, & I like to plan for my future, which is why I bought a reasonable SUV (which I also LOVE), but, I have to say, if Vesko goes through with purchasing a 4 door vehicle like the supercharged (I think he said?) Buick he's been looking at, I think I'll have  to get the sports car next turn around. That's a while down the line, though. Like, at least 3 years, heh.

Anyway, it's late, & Vesko & I are hoping to make it to the zoo tomorrow before Moogie's birthday dinner at Chuy's, so I shall bid you goodnight & adieu. Until the next time..SOMEONE FIND THE SEMI-ANNUAL SALE! ;)

^^^^So, you guys probably get a double post today, because I wrote this late on Saturday night, and I evidently didn't click 'post', so here it is...Saturday's edition.^^^^