Trials by fire
A lot has happened in the last week so buckle up, kids.
Redemption Dinner #1 was not the complete success that we had all hoped it would be. We had decided the venue would be my house, so he called while packing up all of the fixings for our pasta dish, going over what we needed, comparing it to what I already had, being real organized. Natch. In my kitchen I started delegating jobs, assigning him to pasta prep while I saw to the sauce.
As I’m running down the list of ingredients needed, I ask “So, where are the tomatoes?”
“What tomatoes?”
“The tomatoes for the sauce… says here you need tomatoes.”
“No it doesn’t. It said it needed oil and I asked you if you had some. Where does it ask for tomatoes?”
Sure enough, it was the one ingredient he’d overlooked and one that I didn’t have on hand. Not that the grocery store is that terribly far away, but the pasta was already boiling, so we took the easy way out with Prego. Dinner was salvaged, but plans were made for Redemption Dinner #2.
Back to that later.
The initial book club meeting went well. We all went around the table telling our story of how we know The Hygenist over dinner, then got down to business deciding what kinds of books we were all interested in, and what order we would be going in. I’m happy to say that I don’t have to pick one until March. Our first book is “The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency” by Alexander Smith. I need to get my ass in gear and pick it up as we’re meeting about it Dec. 11. I’ve been threatened with severe punishment if I don’t actually read the books. As if that’s needed. The Hygenist will learn.
Second yoga class ever went well. It burned like a bitch, though. How can I be more flexible the first time as opposed to the second time? Next class is tomorrow, so wish me luck.
Redemption Dinner #3 we had more witnesses for – The Dentist joined us and everything came off without a hitch. Dare I say it was Perfect? I do. Everything cooked to perfection. Nothing had to be improvised. Everything was done cooking at the same time, and his presentation was pleasing to the eye. Judges? 10, 10, 9.5. A winning score. A good time had by all. And with apple pie for dessert – by the end of the night we were all fat, dumb and happy. A resounding success.
Girls’ Nite on Friday was a blasty blast. I think I’ve found a new favorite drink – the Tom Collins at City Café. I highly recommend it. We toasted my Dad, had some food, laughed too loud. Then we were off to Sante’s where we got the *best* seats in the place – the velvet couch between the 2 fireplaces. *The* place to see and be seen. More food, more gin and I was lit. He was able to join us (after a relatively incomprehensible drunk dial from The Hygenist) and I believe he found me to be rather entertaining in my inebriated state. He was also nice enough to drive me home.
The next day was a trip to the Mall of America to meet up with Mom and Auntie. I know. Could be seen as a big, intimidating step for 3 weeks in. What? Me worry? Not in the least. He did wonderfully – charming as all get out – and made a good impression. Then it was my turn to meet his coworkers at a function at his boss’s house. Was I worried? Of course. With him talking me up so much, there were high expectations. I had to be on my game. I know you all find me fun & nice, but come on, these are business people – not crazy science people who think lab coats are sexy and that dry ice is a great toy for children and adults alike. My worries faded in the first 30 minutes. It was a young crowd, already a couple drinks in, who were just as extroverted and friendly as he is. I had a good time and laughed a lot. I couldn’t have asked for it to go better. I can honestly say that I’m looking forward to future functions.
Sunday was a low key day. I was exhausted and thankfully didn’t have anything that I *had* to do. I don’t know if I can handle all of this new excitement in my social life – I think I’m going to have to reinstate nap time.
Redemption Dinner #1 was not the complete success that we had all hoped it would be. We had decided the venue would be my house, so he called while packing up all of the fixings for our pasta dish, going over what we needed, comparing it to what I already had, being real organized. Natch. In my kitchen I started delegating jobs, assigning him to pasta prep while I saw to the sauce.
As I’m running down the list of ingredients needed, I ask “So, where are the tomatoes?”
“What tomatoes?”
“The tomatoes for the sauce… says here you need tomatoes.”
“No it doesn’t. It said it needed oil and I asked you if you had some. Where does it ask for tomatoes?”
Sure enough, it was the one ingredient he’d overlooked and one that I didn’t have on hand. Not that the grocery store is that terribly far away, but the pasta was already boiling, so we took the easy way out with Prego. Dinner was salvaged, but plans were made for Redemption Dinner #2.
Back to that later.
The initial book club meeting went well. We all went around the table telling our story of how we know The Hygenist over dinner, then got down to business deciding what kinds of books we were all interested in, and what order we would be going in. I’m happy to say that I don’t have to pick one until March. Our first book is “The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency” by Alexander Smith. I need to get my ass in gear and pick it up as we’re meeting about it Dec. 11. I’ve been threatened with severe punishment if I don’t actually read the books. As if that’s needed. The Hygenist will learn.
Second yoga class ever went well. It burned like a bitch, though. How can I be more flexible the first time as opposed to the second time? Next class is tomorrow, so wish me luck.
Redemption Dinner #3 we had more witnesses for – The Dentist joined us and everything came off without a hitch. Dare I say it was Perfect? I do. Everything cooked to perfection. Nothing had to be improvised. Everything was done cooking at the same time, and his presentation was pleasing to the eye. Judges? 10, 10, 9.5. A winning score. A good time had by all. And with apple pie for dessert – by the end of the night we were all fat, dumb and happy. A resounding success.
Girls’ Nite on Friday was a blasty blast. I think I’ve found a new favorite drink – the Tom Collins at City Café. I highly recommend it. We toasted my Dad, had some food, laughed too loud. Then we were off to Sante’s where we got the *best* seats in the place – the velvet couch between the 2 fireplaces. *The* place to see and be seen. More food, more gin and I was lit. He was able to join us (after a relatively incomprehensible drunk dial from The Hygenist) and I believe he found me to be rather entertaining in my inebriated state. He was also nice enough to drive me home.
The next day was a trip to the Mall of America to meet up with Mom and Auntie. I know. Could be seen as a big, intimidating step for 3 weeks in. What? Me worry? Not in the least. He did wonderfully – charming as all get out – and made a good impression. Then it was my turn to meet his coworkers at a function at his boss’s house. Was I worried? Of course. With him talking me up so much, there were high expectations. I had to be on my game. I know you all find me fun & nice, but come on, these are business people – not crazy science people who think lab coats are sexy and that dry ice is a great toy for children and adults alike. My worries faded in the first 30 minutes. It was a young crowd, already a couple drinks in, who were just as extroverted and friendly as he is. I had a good time and laughed a lot. I couldn’t have asked for it to go better. I can honestly say that I’m looking forward to future functions.
Sunday was a low key day. I was exhausted and thankfully didn’t have anything that I *had* to do. I don’t know if I can handle all of this new excitement in my social life – I think I’m going to have to reinstate nap time.
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