She sent me a mail the next day asking if I wanted to go and check it out and cook something at her place. Mmm hmmm.<\/p>\n
I put it off for a week, canceling our first attempt because I became overwhelmed with a deadline. This week I had nearly forgotten again, and when she wrote to remind me about Thursday’s dinner, I was injected by that dread a person gets when possibly having made a mistake. I was certain I had something else scheduled for the evening and that I’d have to cancel again.<\/p>\n
But, as I looked through all my bookings and due dates and obligations… free as a grizzly! Dinner on.<\/p>\n
She doesn’t live far from where I work and I grabbed fruit salad on my way over. I bing-bonged the door and she buzzed me in. When she opened the door to her unit I could already smell something cooking and it was great. I was about to give her a hello hug, when suddenly I heard “Hi!” from a booming deep voice.<\/p>\n
And standing just behind my knife-worshipping friend was a gigantic man. “I’m Adrian. Good to meet you and thank you for coming!”<\/p>\n
Wowsers.<\/p>\n
So, she has a husband, turns out.<\/p>\n
I mean, having a husband is usually something someone mentions when inviting someone to their house, isn’t it? Or at other times during other conversations? How is it possible that she has a dog I knew about, but a husband I didn’t?<\/p>\n
In that period of taking my shoes off and handing over the fruit salad, I ran scenarios through my head. Maybe he wasn’t supposed to be there? \u00a0Or maybe she just didn’t think to mention it. Who knows.<\/p>\n
Point is…<\/p>\n
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HOLY MOLY was he a great cook. He made curry from scratch, with lots of fresh vegetables and a great jasmine rice with spice and a squashy soup thing. The curry was exquisite. You think you’ve had all the curry varieties that there are, but NOPE. This was absolutely marvelous stuff. I obsessed about it with him, while the person who invited me over sort of looked on. One serving was enough, and it was excellent.<\/p>\n
I left around 8:30 and headed straight home to get some other stuff done. I fell asleep around 11 because of my shitty sleep the night before, and was up early, ready to fuck shit up today.<\/p>\n
Three meetings this afternoon, one with a very senior administrator, requiring me to wear a suit. No big deal. I got a new one last fall that I like, and it’s custom\u00a0tailored\u00a0for my shoulders so it doesn’t feel too much like a costume. Though I recognize that’s what it is.<\/p>\n
Wait, what’s that sound? It sounds like someone’s about to speak into a large, high powered megaphone… with all that feedback…<\/p>\n