Frog legs and all

We work in a somewhat medium sized office building. One of the guys (another attorney) used to work with my boss, and he comes over to chat sometimes. Today he popped into the office with his twinkly eyes and asked if we wanted to go out to lunch. He mentioned some fancy schmancy place, and I checked out the online menu. Looked decent enough.

We piled into the boss' car and headed to lunch. The dining area was a little busy, and we were greeted with warm bread and butter to start. He ("P") asked me if I wanted a drink. I said if it was ok with my boss. She gave me the ok, but in typical fashion, I panicked. I am not a big drinker. I don't know my alcohol very well and always get tongue tied when asked what I want to drink. So, I told him to order a drink for me. He's an old school guy, so I'm sure he was pleased with ordering a drink for a young lady. But, I guess he didn't hear me right and thought I wanted him to order my lunch. As he started going down the menu, asking if I liked frog logs, or if I was into organs, my face drained a little, and I realized I was going down a very bad road. It was too late to correct him, and I did not want to seem ungrateful. So, I politely told him I'm not an organ eating kind of gal. Nor was I into frogs, or any kind of seafood. I prayed he would pick a chicken or steak dish for me. My prayers went unanswered as he asked me about the veal. I don't have a moral issue with veal per se, but I just don't eat it. I like very basic meats, and really don't venture far from chicken, beef, turkey, or ham. I thought that maybe I could do veal since it would be smothered in red sauce and melted cheese. Nothing wrong with that, right? Our plates were brought out and it looked good enough. I started to dig in and immediately did not like the consistency of the meat. But, I ate the whole thing, along with my veggies and french fries? French fries...with veal parmesan, hmmm. P ordered frog legs. I have never seen a person actually do it. I stared in curious wonder at these chicken wing doppledangers. I almost wanted to taste one, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I thanked him for ordering me a great meal, and promptly went back to the office where I felt sick for the rest of the day. I couldn't even drag my vealy self to the gym tonight, which I know I could have used.

My financial aid came through today, and woweee that feels pretty damn good. I now have way more than I anticipated for my moving fund, and just over the moon that my account is looking nice and pretty at the moment. I also estimate a good tax refund this year, so financially I am pretty happy. As for my spending, fun money, that is pretty much non-existent as I dump any petty leftovers from my paycheck into my savings. Because of this lack of fun money, I have been having a lack of fun, which is also contributing to my doom and gloom mood as of late. I hope to snap out of it when school starts, and I just won't have time to be cranky.

Tomorrow is a party that my ex-roomie's friend is throwing. She has a great house, and there is always good food around. I feel a little odd though because it's an MLK themed party. Not that I have beef with MLK, he was an amazing man and a huge part of our history, but it does seem weird to have a bunch of white kids sitting around rapping about MLK. It makes me feel like a little weird inside, and like an extraordinarily lame white person. So, my friend is coming with me, but we'll touch base and see if we would rather just go out for some beers. And, this friend is moving soon, which makes me super sad that I can't run over there after work anymore, but I am happy she is moving where she wants and doing something fun and good for herself.

I have also become quite addicted to The Bachelor. What a weird ass show. I mean if you really think about the concept of these people, coming on a national t.v. show and having their private business aired out, and then hope and pray to not get plucked out and tossed back home, it's really just kind of fucked up. It's kind of a mean thing to do. I remember when I was watching More to Love, and the bachelor was down to two women. He had a date with the first and told the American viewers that he had never felt like this before with a woman, how special she was, how he was in love, and omg gush gush gush. Then, he goes on his second date, and gives us viewers almost the same exact speel about girl #2. I was like, wtf is wrong with this man. Is the kind of crap that people want to watch? Does this give a bad message to ladies or what? But, the editors have done their job right, and as much as I hate those shows, I can't help but watch.

Taking it easy tonight and maybe going to dork it out with some video games. I do love me some video games.