Monday, March 15, 2010
Chinese Dinner With Friends
Last night three friends and I went to a Chinese restaunrant for dinner. Sounds simple enough, right? Wrong.
First, upon leaving the house, I grabbed a 20 dollar bill from a drawer, dashed out to the attached garage and pulled away in my car. Simple, right? Wrong. For I no longer had the 20 bucks in my hand or anywhere else in my car, jacket pockets or jeans. Nada. Zero. Zilch.
I raced over to the restaurant, all flustered and worried about what became of my 20 dollars, from the kitchen to 20 feet away, in my garage and car. I flopped down in the booth, heart racing, monkey mind chattering, wondering, ruminating, not really there. Everyone ordered, and my food arrived lukewarm. Normally, if I'm alone or with one other person, I'll speak up and ask for it reheated. But, with three friends, and no one else bothered or complaining about the temp. of their dish, I thought it better to keep quiet.
So I ate feeling glum and not enjoying my shrimp and scallops in garlic sauce very much at all. (It was, however, delicious reheated for dinner tonight, thank goodness.) Then the couple showed us their recent vacation photos----all 100 of them--across the table, asking me to hold them all and not spill, spit or spray gooey sauce or any other liquid-nasty on the prints---so I practially held my breath as I gazed at red-rocks-after-red-rocks of Bryce Canon from a distance. BOOOORRRRRRING! ! !
Doesn't matter that I'm a professional photographer--anyone would've been just as glazed
over by these repetitively dull photos of red rocks and blurred mountains. YAWN!
Get the picture? It would've been a difficult evening for anyone let alone an HSP (Highly Sensitive Person)! Plus, having to keep up a steady banter as I choked down lukewarm food positively gave me indigestion. My fortune cookie said I'd have an interesting weekend coming up. We'll see. In the meantime, I drove home, clicked open the garage door, voila! There was my 20 dollar bill in the middle of the garage floor. At least one thing turned out right!
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