pigging out with the BF

Last week when the kidlet was with my folks, I took the opportunity to go to dinner with my best friend.  She and I have had maybe six opportunities to spend time alone together since we started having kids.  Just about breaks my heart.  This is the woman with whom I went to Mexico, used to go to the Salsa clubs three times a week, have hiked mountains and skinny dipped in oceans and just happen to share an intellectual affinity that I have with few others.  The kidlet's dad was always extremely jealous of my relationship with her, but then he was also jealous of my relationship with my mother, so if yer lookin' fer clues as to why that marriage broke up, there's a coupla hints for ya. 

Anyway, it was a Tuesday evening, we both had a couple of rare free hours, so, like many times before, we set off in search of adventure, or at least a good place to eat.  We talked about Thai, we considered Italian, but ended up at a nondescript halal place in a strip mall.  We were almost too shy to go in, as there were no women at all inside, and everybody in there seemed to know each other, and they all turned their heads in somewhat startled unison when the two middle-aged boho white chicks stuck their head in the door.  My friend, who is eminently braver than I in such situations, marched right in and up to the front counter.  The proprietor turned out to be an extremely low-key, gregarious guy who was more than happy to help us stuff ourselves silly and provide me with an intense dose of my DOC* for dessert.  We had an eclectic dinner of samusas, a vietnamese-ish shrimp noodle soup, and, despite my misgivings about eating fluffy baby mammals, lamb curry (it was fabulous).  The restaurant, the name of which I can't even remember, turned out to be quite a find, and the whole experience was indicative of why I love to hang out with BF so much:  the two of us together, without much of a plan, can, as often as not, stir up a little alchemy that results in experiential gold. 

*drug of choice, ie caffeine

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[Cowtown Pattie]

pouting... now I'm jealous...