I confess

Effective today no more soda.
San Francisco, California - February 2005

Last night, Tanja and I met up with some friends for dinner at a nearby Thai restaurant. The place is quite tasty and, even though I've only been there, I think, twice, it's probably my favorite Thai restaurant in San Francisco. There's a bigger story there, but that's another show. The curry is spicy, the steaks meaty, and the pad thai is... noodly. Like I said, I've only been there twice; not nearly enough.

Before I go any further, have you ever heard REM's cover of "Pale Blue Eyes" by the Velvet Underground? It's on the "Dead Letter Office" B-sides thing. If you haven't heard it, do yourself the favor of not going out of your way to hear it. I used to love this song, before I really knew the Velvet Underground's version, but now that I know that one, it's amazing how bad REM's is. It's good and twangy, sure, but there's a certain something, a certain innocence a certain depth in the original that Stipe just took and replace with whiny emptiness. Oh well.

Anyway, after dinner, we headed home, flipped on the TV. "Ah, my show's on in 15 minutes," Tanja said. "My show." My grandmother used to say that to me, but that was usually about some soap operas, and oddly enough, "The Gong Show." I think she had a thing for the Unknown Comic. In Tanja's case, "my show" refers to the reruns of "Sex and the City" on TBS. She's got DVDs, posters, the lunchbox, but she still likes to watch the edited for TV version. Fine with me. That's usually my queue to go upstairs and relaminate my fake ID, but flush from dinner, I decided to stay downstairs. Besides, that's where my glass of scotch was.

It was the episode when Miranda does something she shouldn't have done, Samantha sleeps with the guy she's dating, Charlotte wished she was with Harry, and Carrie gets dumped by a post-it. Before I knew it, I laughed. Several times.

I know I know. Your whole impression of me has changed. I don't know myself anymore either. But, what's fair is fair, it was an honestly funny episode.

I feel so... cold.

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Happy Anniversary, Tanja. I hope you like the flowers.