I thought last night was colder than during winter, that's probably because I was sick.
Remember how I said I wanted to order deliveries and stay in? As I was flipping through my menu while deciding on what to have, my appetite came knocking on my door. Subsequently my secret code with Milyn crossed my mind.
"I thought of food and I thought of you"
We wanted to go to Verge but they can only give us a table at 9. Taking into consideration that my stomach was growling in resentment as I've not had a proper meal for more than 24 hours, I wanted to eat instantaneously. We ended up at Scarpetta where Ned is the owner as well as the (only) waiter. The place was cozy, Ned was affable and service was up to standard in spite of having only himself on the floor. I had fish which is quite rare, simply because I was still very much revolted by meat, especially chicken, of course. Antipasto doesn't count as meat in my lexicon because they were cured *snort*
Looking at Scarpetta's website reminds me of someone. He's one of the two owners of this bar that I used to frequent at City Square, namely Three Below, who apparently used to like me. Look, I'm not blowing my own horn here. As a matter of fact, he used to give me free boozes, specially made Martinis, played CDs that I wanted to listen to and asked me out. He was totally a gracious person to speak to, if you ask me. He would run to the back when he saw me getting up from my seat to the loo and have small chats with me.
Bang! One day, god knows what he's been up to or he had just gotten up on the wrong side of the bed, he just stopped talking to me, almost totally. All I remember was, there was an evening when I was a little tipsy from Cookie, I went over for more drinks with SP. As SP was in the washroom, and he came to clear the glasses, I can't recall what we've spoken about, I might have said something offensive (which I very much doubt so), but I remember him saying this to me
"Lynn, you've had too much to drink"
Until today, he refuses to speak to me except for the obligatory "Hi, how are you?". The inquisitiveness in me would really love to unearth the swift hostility but why should I be concerned? Duhhh...
Nonetheless, my initial point was about the website. He once handed me his name card and went "I'd love to take you out some time, give me a call?. There's a web address on the card, which takes me to no where but a stand alone page with only contact number and poor design.
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Back to food.
Wayne took me to San Churros, a Spanish chocolateria, that made me jumped and grinned in elation. Some strangers sitting on the next table told Wayne "your friend loves her chocolate, doesn't she?". Oh yes, I do, I do, I obviously do!
I was actually telling Milyn in the car that I've been craving for churros, before Wayne join us at the restaurant and suggested dessert after dinner. My strategy of no dessert on week nights has once again went on the blink, pffttt! Churros, chocolate tapas, Spanish traditional hot chocolate, luscious! As a result, my throat is f*cking sore right now. Having chocolates when you've just had fever the night before is exactly like adding salt to one's wound.
Then again, if I'm going to be sick, I'm going to be sick happy and contented.
Okay, time to get back to my essay *sick*
Sending car in for service at 8 tomorrow *so sick*