There is something fishy here....
Two days ago, my friend Pat called me to invite me for dinner at her house. Well, you know me, (and if you don't, here is a hint): I rarely reject invitations that include food.
She told me the menu would inlcude lentil soup and fish. Now, lentil soup is my one of my favorite not meat-oriented meals. And if there was not that social contact issue (lentils are just like beans!), I could go on eating for ever (or almost).
Now, despite I had some lentil soup this Saturday (oops, I owe apologies to a certain individual, SORRY) that I made myself, I just could not refuse. So, at around 6.20, I got to the metro and headed to her place.
Once again, the food was wonderful. There was also some spanakopita (you all know what that is, don't you?) that was very yummy. But the night turned out to be longer. You see, Pat and some friends of her (all women!) had planned to go for a drink at Go-Go Lounge at St. Laurent. I was invited and the invitation was accepted (of course).
Now, this place is really close to where I live (literally,one block away!). The plan was that Pat would give a ride to her friends and me to the bar. Of course, since her mother (once again) gave me food to take home with me, we would have to park the car somewhere near my place so that I could leave all these food containers at home. (Bringing them with me to the bar was not recommended)
So, we set off to get her friends. I was sitting in the front seat with the food containers and bags on my lap. Now, everybody wants to give a good impression when they meet people for the first time. Well, it turned out that the plate were the fish was, was not really secured. When I felt my jeans getting wet, it was already too late. And you know fish....
I smelled like fish, the car smelled like fish, even my umbrella smelled like fish. it was a small disaster. (However even then, I found it very funny; I guess humor is the best defense in a very embarrassing situation)Needless to say we had to keep the windows open. For the record, that fish smell was coming from the plate. Off the record, it was me!
So, we parked near my place, I got up to my apartment and changed and then headed to the bar. It is not a big place actually, but the atmosphere was great, the drinks were good, and the company was even greater (yeah, yeah, I know what you think, but I do not mean that). So we had our drinks, danced, and had a really good time. At around 2.10 we called the night off since the girls had to wake up early tomorrow (today) morning.
I really had a great time today; except from the fish that is....
She told me the menu would inlcude lentil soup and fish. Now, lentil soup is my one of my favorite not meat-oriented meals. And if there was not that social contact issue (lentils are just like beans!), I could go on eating for ever (or almost).
Now, despite I had some lentil soup this Saturday (oops, I owe apologies to a certain individual, SORRY) that I made myself, I just could not refuse. So, at around 6.20, I got to the metro and headed to her place.
Once again, the food was wonderful. There was also some spanakopita (you all know what that is, don't you?) that was very yummy. But the night turned out to be longer. You see, Pat and some friends of her (all women!) had planned to go for a drink at Go-Go Lounge at St. Laurent. I was invited and the invitation was accepted (of course).
Now, this place is really close to where I live (literally,one block away!). The plan was that Pat would give a ride to her friends and me to the bar. Of course, since her mother (once again) gave me food to take home with me, we would have to park the car somewhere near my place so that I could leave all these food containers at home. (Bringing them with me to the bar was not recommended)
So, we set off to get her friends. I was sitting in the front seat with the food containers and bags on my lap. Now, everybody wants to give a good impression when they meet people for the first time. Well, it turned out that the plate were the fish was, was not really secured. When I felt my jeans getting wet, it was already too late. And you know fish....
I smelled like fish, the car smelled like fish, even my umbrella smelled like fish. it was a small disaster. (However even then, I found it very funny; I guess humor is the best defense in a very embarrassing situation)Needless to say we had to keep the windows open. For the record, that fish smell was coming from the plate. Off the record, it was me!
So, we parked near my place, I got up to my apartment and changed and then headed to the bar. It is not a big place actually, but the atmosphere was great, the drinks were good, and the company was even greater (yeah, yeah, I know what you think, but I do not mean that). So we had our drinks, danced, and had a really good time. At around 2.10 we called the night off since the girls had to wake up early tomorrow (today) morning.
I really had a great time today; except from the fish that is....
posted by Immortalis at 3:07 π.μ.
1 Comments:
you sure are a fishy guy thanos.
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