a week ago Tuesday, i lured brian from his apartment with promises to leave him outside any establishment where goods could be purchased as our finances are weak and our wills even weaker.
first stop: bodum. i had decided that instead of continuing to grind up coffee and then use the coffee grinder as a container, i wanted an actual container to keep ground coffee in. very adult and together of me, i know. i found and purchased one that was lacking in mad-capped frivolity, but would function well enough. i then asked nj (yes, he was in the store tsk tsk) if i could linger a moment to huff on the wall of tea samples in the back.
once reaching the bottom row and sitting on the floor to finish off the samples, the friendly lesbian behind the coffee&tea counter asked if she could make me a sample.
"oh no", i explained. "i was just telling him how i loathe the taste of tea, but want so badly to love it because of all the tea options available."
she insisted on making a sample of rooibos, which i had never heard of until that moment. the iced version did not actually repulse me and cause me to feel i would vomit, so a bag of pina colada rooibos (might as well ease myself into it with something familiar) made its way into my bag and into my daily liquid consumption regime and, more importantly, into my heart.
the skies were turning black and the wind was kicking up, so our promise to walk katy trail and absorb some urban nature segued instead into a trip to central market. i was delighted to find vegetable buns, dim sum, and asparagus spears in the freezer section and my wallet groaned the longer we stayed in the store.
i came back to nj's later that night and by the time the stroke of midnight was clanging, nj's temperature was on the climb. jesus. was it another flu after only 6 weeks? he made me leave. the next couple of days are a blur of nj feeling better and worse.
by the time friday morning arrived, i thought i might be coming down with something as i became queasy with drainage. i managed to leave the house to meet darren as a witness to the signing of his will. the lawyer was an absolutely awful person. she was one of those women who seem younger than they are until you take a good long look at the layers of make up. she waxed and waned about the frequency with which she changes her will... almost as often as she applies her make up. that afternoon, she would be cutting her friend's daughter for deciding not to go to college and cutting out her niece for dropping out of college and moving in with a man twice her age. no louis vuitton luggage for her!
after all the crazy talk, i'd nearly forgotten that i'd previously felt like i was having another heart episode similar to the one back in january. my queasiness had even passed so we lunched our maiden voyage at mint... a strip mall asian restaurant with enough decorating savvy to make you feel you weren't dining in a strip mall asian restaurant.
darren could not get enough of me on friday. after work, we met at the dma for one of the arts&letters series. that night, it was a collection of songs sung by a foursome of classically trained singers. neither of us could help but stare at the unsupported "Y"-shaped cleavage of one of the females. like melons from the side, but disturbingly like biscuits from the front. it was a mystery. her dress was so low-cut was i to wear it, the entirety of my petite bosoms would be on full display like i was wearing one of those awful spandex overall numbers frequently adorned by mimes.
after the performance was the real treat. we strolled over to the nasher sculpture garden and were treated to complimentary champagne and chocolate fondue gurgling from a fountain like a cascade of clay. i regretted horribly not taking my camera and i shall remedy that when nj and i return tonight. of course it goes without saying that darren and i had to buttress all that bubbly with a drink at the meridian room. it was difficult typing that last sentence with "drink"” and not "drinks". but we both had to get up early the following saturday.