Exciting Friday night

[indigo_rose99]

My class did not end early on Friday. And then on the way out of the industrial complex, my driver had to return for... something. Paperwork of some sort. I heard "Steak of" or perhaps "Stake half." With the accent it was impossible to tell. So it was 6:30pm before I got to the hotel.

As I walked through the lobby, I realized that I had a Plan for the Evening. It was a good plan, I liked it.

I wanted... a glass of wine as I soaked my aching feet in hot water and epsum salts. WINE! I haven't had alcohol in weeks.

I thought about trying to stop at the lobby bar, but then wasn't sure about the payment... Room service. In my room, I dug out the room service menu from underneath three newspapers and flipped through it. No alcohol. Surely they'll bring it anyway?! So I ordered something I could not pronounce off the asian dinner menu (turned out as noodles) and a dessert. Like last Friday, they don't actually OFFER any of the desserts on the dessert menu. I picked whatever their special was. The dessert was forgettable, pretty much like last Friday's meal.

The noodles were AMAZING!!! Easily the best meal I've had in.... um... better than last weekend..... better than the pizza I had with a coworker... Um... Best meal I've had since Thanksgiving! ...Right? Surely I had something good after Thanksgiving but before I flew out... Anyway, the noodles were delicious. I have no idea how much of that was influenced simply by contrast to everything else I've been eating.

And the wine was perfect. It matched the hot water and epsum salts. Win!

Yeah, after that I went to bed. Exciting night, huh? You were expecting me to go out and "party?" Ha!

Comments

[livingdeb.livejournal.com]

Partying with noodles.

[indigo-rose99.livejournal.com]

There should be music to that. And a visual track that has me tossing the noodles in the air and catching them with my chopsticks (which they don't use here) or my mouth.

[livingdeb.livejournal.com]

Also slurping them. Swinging them around. And letting go to where they land in artistic shapes on things.

Hmm. Songs.

Food songs of course. Like "Dinner Bell."

Istanbul was Constantinople, now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople, so if you've a date in Constantinople she'll be having noodles in Istanbul.

I would slurp 500 miles, and I would slurp 500 more, just to be the man who slurped 1000 miles of noodles at your doooor.

[indigo-rose99.livejournal.com]

*laugh* And you have chosen two songs I know, like and would totally dance with pasta to!