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I'm wet! I'm wet!
Aug. 13th, 2010 09:53 pmBut I'm not hysterical.
When I came home from work, I changed into something cooler and more comfortable than my work clothes, and walked over to Nichols Park for a jazz concert by Darrell "Sax Preacher" Wilson:
Great concert! He does, indeed, preach, but he's not heavy-handed about it, more along an ecumenical, respect nature, and appreciate the Creator (whatever that word may mean to you) way.
It ended at about 8:00, so I needed dinner. I was going to give Chant, a local Thai restaurant, a second chance. The first time I went there I wasn't impressed, but it was more the service than the food than was unimpressive, and I figured that might be because it had recently opened. In any event, I walked in and walked right out again. The noise level was ridiculous. Instead, I went to the Calypso Café and had Cuban black bean soup and fried green tomatoes, washed down with a glass of pinot grigio. Where I made my mistake, and what caused the 'I"m wet!" subject line, was having the second glass of wine. I'd notice a couple of lightning flashes earlier, and, as I started to sip that second glass, I realized that it was absolutely pouring out! By the time I'd finished the wine and paid the check, it had eased up a little, but was still raining. But I was only a couple of blocks from home, and I'm not made of sugar! Besides, it was a welcome respite from the heat. So I walked home in the rain and here I am, unmelted, to tell you about it.
When I came home from work, I changed into something cooler and more comfortable than my work clothes, and walked over to Nichols Park for a jazz concert by Darrell "Sax Preacher" Wilson:
Great concert! He does, indeed, preach, but he's not heavy-handed about it, more along an ecumenical, respect nature, and appreciate the Creator (whatever that word may mean to you) way.
It ended at about 8:00, so I needed dinner. I was going to give Chant, a local Thai restaurant, a second chance. The first time I went there I wasn't impressed, but it was more the service than the food than was unimpressive, and I figured that might be because it had recently opened. In any event, I walked in and walked right out again. The noise level was ridiculous. Instead, I went to the Calypso Café and had Cuban black bean soup and fried green tomatoes, washed down with a glass of pinot grigio. Where I made my mistake, and what caused the 'I"m wet!" subject line, was having the second glass of wine. I'd notice a couple of lightning flashes earlier, and, as I started to sip that second glass, I realized that it was absolutely pouring out! By the time I'd finished the wine and paid the check, it had eased up a little, but was still raining. But I was only a couple of blocks from home, and I'm not made of sugar! Besides, it was a welcome respite from the heat. So I walked home in the rain and here I am, unmelted, to tell you about it.
