Better than the alternative
I finally got my piña coladas the other day. No umbrella in it but beggars can’t be choosers.
You see, my cousin, Ras, didn’t come with us the last time Cho, Mouse, Chad, and I went off to get seafood so she suggested we go there earlier this week.
Cho picked up Ras first and then Mouse and me. Chad wasn’t feeling well so he wasn’t going to come but Mouse rang him up and found out that he was fine and just being overly-cautious.
Mouse: You have 15 minutes to get dressed, we’re picking you up.
Him: I’ll need more than 15 minutes, I have to…
Her: (interrupting) You can just put on your makeup in the car. We’ve all done that. 15 minutes.
So off we went. It took us 15 minutes to travel the 10 blocks we needed to get out of Manhattan, and then 15 minutes to go the next 10 miles.
That’s driving in Manhattan for you.
While on the way to the restaurant, we saw this massive truck try to parallel park into this tiny spot.
Me: Now that’s someone that believes in himself.
Her: God, how small is his stuff that he needs a truck that big?
We ended up ordered the same thing we got last time.
Ras, Chad, and Henry: We’re stuffed.
Mouse and me: We’re ordering two more stone crabs, one snow crab, and potatoes.
Ras: You two are animals.
Mouse didn’t say a word for the next 20 minutes as she silently made those crabs regret being born.
I managed to say a few words in between bites and more piña coladas.
The next day, Mouse made made me a lunch of grilled fish with a low-carb creamy cauliflower risotto.
Now, she’s cooked for me before but this was honestly the best thing she ever made me – so much so that I asked her for the recipe.
What I got from my request was not only the recipe itself, but also vindication that it’s not just my mind that was going, because Mouse did to me, exactly what I did to her just a few weeks ago.
Me: Can you send me that recipe?
Mouse: Sure. (sends me the recipe, my phone beeps) Oh, you have a notification.
Me: Oh? Wait, that was was you texting me the recipe!
Her: What the heck!? I guess I’m getting old.
We all are. Getting old is a blessing, though – it’s better than the alternative.