Weekend Past. Long Past? No, My Past.

I had to work on Saturday, which rather bit, but afterward I headed out with the Parents to a movie and dinner at the Tempe Marketplace. Woo doggy, have THEY done some interesting work there lately! It's very spiffy and highly hip, slightly more fun than a mere temple to commercialism that it threatened to be when they built it.

We ate at Maria Maria, a gorgeous Mexican restaurant that's just a week old. The food's spicy, the exotic tequila and rum beverages flow freely, and the menu isn't entirely friendly to someone 10 days past bad surgery. No real mushies here, folks, and it's all rather spicy. Doh. I had the tortilla soup, which was deeevine, but had a hint of spice that made my tummy hurt a tad. I had a tiny bit of sangria before dinner, way less than I would have before surgery. (I'm known to consume a fair amount of booze at a sitting, especially lovely sangria. So this is a big deal not to gulp it all down and scream for mas!)

On Sunday the Husband and I went to Mimi's, where I dug out the inside of a cheddar and broccoli quiche. Quiche innerds are probably very good for mushy-food bandsters, as it's full of protein and calcium. It was tasty and I felt like a real person eating it, as opposed to a diner in the midst of culinary purgatory.

I did not accompany the Husband to his boss' weekend BBQ party, which I feel slightly bad about. I still don't feel like going into a group of interested strangers and have to explain why I'm not eating or drinking anything. When the usual social lubricants of grilled food and carbonated alcoholic beverages are not available, it leaves one rather naked to the mercies of strangers. Although I'd met most of these people before, I still feel like I don't know them, and I didn't want to answer questions. It felt far safer and nicer to spend time with my family, who understood why I couldn't even eat a fourth of my soup and merely sipped at a drink.

When will I feel able to go out freely amongst the world? Hopefully soon. There's a company happy hour next Monday that I should really attend.

PS -- "Leatherheads" is really very funny. I want someone to come and do my hair in that lovely '20s style.