we stayed for dinner

thought i'd write another post, because i felt sort of mean at the end of that last one. i hope you'll enjoy this one.

last friday night, dan and i went to dinner at a Thai restaurant that we really like... it's a fairly small place with really good food. it was kind of crowded when we arrived, so we had to sit by the front door where it's rather drafty. within a minute of entering, actually before sitting down, we notice that a diner at one of the back tables is puking at his table. like, everywhere. table cloth, floor, you name it.

and, as the title of this post indicates, we stayed for dinner! yup. we've been there so many times that we were not phased by this at all... a few days later when i mentioned this to a friend i realized that maybe we could have interpreted this as a sign that something was wrong in the kitchen, but we didn't. and there was no issue as far as we were concerned-- we enjoyed our pad see-yu and pad thai quite a bit.

i bet if we hadn't been to this place a dozen or so times before this, we would have left. probably. i will tell you one thing, though: we're never sitting at that back table. i mean, i know that any number of things could have happened in any public space i'm in, but the fact that i actually saw the puking take place means i refuse to sit at that table. in fact, if we went back and it was really busy and that was the only table free, i'd probably opt to go somewhere else.

really.

we're back.

a beautiful weekend trip ended for me in illness... cross your fingers for me that these flu-like symptoms pass soon.

blechhhhhhh

i have had a version of the flu since thursday night.  UNFAIR.