A happy day

This week was remarkably uneventful for me. However there were joyous events among my friends. Carmen and Bill’s baby arrived. She is a beautiful baby girl – Isolda Marisol. Most new babies are, in my opinion, not cute. Rachael and Rebecca were, of course, exceptions to this rule, and little Isolda definitely is too.

My friend Janet’s husband has been in visa limbo, sadly delaying his permanent move to Seattle to live near his children. The visa has finally come through. Janet has flown off to Dublin to get the move on the road. Happy news for her and her family.

The highlight of my week was pretty lame in comparison, but then, these things are all relative. Samos was going to a concert, and had time to kill beforehand, so we met up for lunch at our favorite Mexican restaurant. I was horrified to see that he had his concert-attending attire. That shirt! Where could he have gotten it? It was actually flocked – at least that is what you would call it if it were wallpaper. Raised fuzzy areas. Samos and I once had a discussion about things that were so awful and in such bad taste that they transcended and became beautiful. This shirt would be in that category. It was awful but fabulous at the same time. His tee shirt is a tribute to his favorite band, whom he was going to hear later in the day. He admired my earring and hair tie which happened (by accident) to match, and took a picture. A fortuitous choice of attire for me too.

Nice lunch preparatory to a horrible rest of the day.

Samos and I were excited. We were about to have an adventure! (This will give you an idea of the level of adventure in my usually ever so dull life!) He had gotten emails offering coupons to vegetarian – and I suppose, other – restaurants in the area. One had to pay on line in advance, print the coupon, and then produce it at the eatery and then, supposedly, get a great bargain. Scary! What if the printer suddenly is on the blink? I suppose you only get one chance. My printer way too often has its own little issues - meaning it won't issue what I want it to. In this case, the coupon cost $10, for which one could get $20 worth of fine cuisine! He had never done this before, and was a little fearful that it wouldn’t work --- $10 wasted! His coupon was for the Sage Café, one of Rebecca’s favorites. It is also his favorite super sandwich place, sporting a few sit down seats, and probably lots of take-out. Well, the coupon worked nicely and our sandwiches were très yummisma, but huge. He got a New York Reuben (where else would a Reuben be from?) and I had a Venice Beach. I’m not sure exactly where Venice Beach is, but not, in this case, in Italy. I think it has the aroma of muscle men showing off, and muscle cars in which they get there to show off. In any case, its eponymous sandwich had tempeh bacon, tomato, and avocado – all muscle building materials. This was a fun way to spend a few hours before a truly horrible evening at work. (This being an upbeat blog, I won’t bore you with the details.)