Sunday, February 13, 2005

The conspiracy continues

Last night, after T$ and her lovely family left for the fun and fantasy of Disneyland, I found myself alone in the kitchen hunting for food. Bread, moldy. Oranges, squishy. Chicken, too much work. I grabbed a 20 spot from my purse and flipped open the yellow pages. Wouldn't it be nice if there was an old-fashioned deli that delivered? A big ol' turkey and swiss on a crusty roll sounds good right about now. But in our neck of the woods, there are three choices for take-out: A) pizza. B) overpriced but delicious Indian. C) cheap Thai. I went for the cheap Thai.
Does anyone else out there get a wee bit embarrassed when ordering take-out for one? I find myself using the pronoun "we" instead of "I" when ordering. We would like the chicken red curry. And we'll have one order of the vegetarian eggrolls. And then, we'll have, two Thai iced teas. It's pure insanity. The take-out guy on the other end doesn't care if I dine alone, he just requires me to spend more than 10 bucks for a delivery.
When my curry, eggrolls, and two Thai iced teas arrived, I dove into the bag in the middle of our newly-cleaned living room floor. All the dishes in the house were just washed, and I didn't want to mess any of them up. Soon, I was wired from my one and a half iced teas so I looked around for a movie to watch. The only thing I could find was our scratched copy of a film that is not yet released on DVD so I won't tell you which one it is or how we came about having it on DVD in our living room. I flipped through the 8 million HBOs, finally stumbling upon 1992's "Single White Female." Seriously. It was just starting. I had even forgotten that Bridget Fonda's character was named Allie.
After watching nearly 2 hours of psycho girl on girl action, I tried to go to bed. The two iced teas and the monstrous pile of crap on my bed made this a challenge, but I finally drifted off to sleep. That's when it happened. The crazy dreams. Too embarrassing to detail. A hotel, my brother (uh...), my old college friend Frank, latching the chain on the door just in time, this girl Danielle who I haven't talked to or seen in 18 years, finger-pointing and screaming. I must blame the Thai food. Only this time,, I didn't order from Thai Thai. I couldn't find the number. So I ordered from another place: Eat n' High. Hmmm...

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