I had the most satisfying lunch today with an old friend graduating from nursing school in December and her study buddy, a jewish guy with a blind-guide-puppy-in-training.
At first, I was momentarily disappointed that we were not going to truck it to Radial Cafe, where I was planning to kick back on the patio with some decaf coffee, an omelette and a plain bagel with sour cream and a slice of tomato (omg, i still want that meal!), but Ru San's was almost as good. I had sushi from the buffet, great conversation about all the ick that is the final stages of nursing school, and a great dog in a vest at my feet.
Apparently, the poor dog spends his days at the local prison, then on the weekends gets exposed to everything imaginable by foster parent/trainers. I have to admit, I felt bad for the dog, his regimen is soooo structured. Literally, the dog can only pee on the pavement and on command.
We talked of this and that and normal brunch convo like circumcision and female genital mutilation, Don't Ask Don't Tell, unisex bathrooms (including a detour into the mechanics of splashing while males urinate), and jewish mutilation of the body being against the law. Stimulating. No, really.
It's a gorgeous day here in Atlanta and I'd like to see it again, but got sidetracked with the mother of all projects -- returning things to stores that I had no business purchasing in the first place. I mean, I had a pretty good excuse, but all told there are over $700 worth of items on my bed this very moment that need heading back to the stores from whence they came. And no, I don't believe in wearing things then returning them, I just approach shopping the same way I approach a menu at a pancake restaurant: I want EVERYTHING. And I think everything will fit :)
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