I had to go back to the office tonight and am actually typing this post from work. Don’t worry, I have a little down time while waiting for a few things to process – I’m not just being a slacker.
But the reason why I didn’t just stay late at work and in fact, left and came back is because I had to have dinner with my parents.
They have been frolicking in the glass-blue waters of the Caribbean for the last week. Roaming the shores of Turks and Caicos with feet in white sand so fine it was like flour. Feeling the sun upon shoulders ghastly pale from this gloomy overcast San Franciscan abomination we have to call summer. Yea, I am just a wee bit jealous.
They got back this weekend and we hadn’t met up yet. I was determined to see them (and also get the present they promised me), so I decided coming back to work tonight wasn’t so bad.
They picked me up from work, we hung out at the apartment while Mumsies showed me all her pictures. She actually was a karaoke queen onboard the cruise and won the honor of performing as Gloria Estefan in the ship’s “Legends” show. Pretty awesome. After she bragged and preened – rightfully so – she gave me a present!
Ok, ok, on to dinner. I actually had to dine and dash because I had to get back to work, but it was still very enjoyable. We went to an old favorite. This place is rapidly becoming my go-to for Vietnamese food. Of course, I always get the same thing every time, but that’s just because it is DELICIOUS. I crave this vermicelli wonder like no other.
If you do a search for “vermicelli” in that little gray search bar to the right, you’ll see how many times I wax rhapsodic over this dish. Numerous.
Mumsies got the catfish clay pot where the sauce gets all sticky, gooey and caramelized from the pot. Another dish we love from this restaurant. M and Dad both got pho #2. M admitted later that he got it just because my dad did. You know, solidarity and male bonding etc. etc. M actually got me flowers today SPECIFICALLY so I could carry them out when my parents picked me up and so he could score points with the parentals. Unbelievable.
But he really did not like the tripe, tendon, meat balls, or other weird meaty things in his noodle soup. He prefers plain and simple beef slices. I could’ve told him that.
Dinner over, bellies stuffed to bursting, I had to trot back down to work. Oh well.
Sleep tight nimblenuts!