Something that happened the other day:
I hung out with two friends, H and Z. We started the day at 2 PM at an amazing Mexican restaurant, and they couldn’t seat us right away so we got a pitcher of margaritas at the bar and a round of tequila. Nobody had eaten anything yet at this point. We ordered every kind of taco, including beef tongue and grasshopper, plus some strange and innovative ceviche. Then we had a hookah by the waterfront and Turkish coffee to take the edge off. Everyone at the waterfront wears sundresses or khaki pants and a polo shirt. Every. Single. One. There were boats pulled up to the dock and one of them was called “options,” which is clearly some rich guy’s midlife crisis boat.
After that we went to Z’s place and he cooked up some goat curry on the bone while we watched man vs. food. The first words when I turned on the tv were: “An ENTIRE STICK OF BUTTER!” and that’s pretty much what we ate. The curry was full of ghee, yogurt, habanero peppers, and dried chiles. H was hamming it up the whole time, acting like we were in a fancy restaurant and quizzing me on my wine choices. H was wearing a hilariously oversized Hawaiian print shirt, and Z owns the most hideous bathrobe I’ve ever seen, a faded paisley terrycloth monstrosity. We chowed down like there was no tomorrow. The whole day was pretty surreal, and that’s what I’m thinking about right now.
Also, my recent job interview. I’m anxiously checking my phone and F5ing my inbox every two seconds to see if they’ve gotten back to me.