- You are no longer allowed to go out and do things.
- Especially with your unmarried friends.
- And, even if you could, you wouldn't be able to afford it anyway.
So I've decided to start doing all the social things I want to but have avoided since I once considered them group activities. It sort of feels like I'm dating myself, which would be pathetic if I wasn't so damned sexy.
So today I took myself to the movies. Construction cost me a few minutes of travel time, and when I arrived at the area I couldn't find the theatre (it's one of those sprawling areas with every kind of restaurant and retail store imaginable, separated by winding roads and vision-obscuring trees). I found the theatre too late to see the early show of Shaun of the Dead, but I salvaged the situation by turning it into a shopping and dining adventure. Shopping went quickly since I didn't need anything and the price tags put a real damper on any rampant consumerism I might be harboring (I saw a life-sized statue of Frankenstein's monster for only $500 - okay, $499.99).
I decided to have lunch at a place called Rafferty's, because I had never been to one before. It was your standard Applebees/Chilis/Lone Star/Fridays type of clone chain. The servers wore black casual shirts with khaki slacks, always a good combo. The menu offered the standard huge burgers, Caesar salads, and other dishes laden with at least a half pound of meat. Most of the side dishes were potato variants (fries, baked potato, mashed potatoes, etc.), but they did have a single (undescribed) vegetable medley. I had the Kona chicken, which is a fatty chicken breast (don't ask me where they found a chicken breast with so much fat on it) soaked in soy sauce and grilled with ham, Monterey jack cheese, and pineapple. It was good once I trimmed away the fat. The garlic mashed potatoes were decent, but the vegetable medley turned out to be broccoli and cauliflower with absolutely no seasoning. I ate about half of the meal (portion sizes are outrageous in this country), which was still enough to stuff me to the gills. A couple of things I noted - I ordered a lemonade, which they brought to me in a smaller glass than anyone else got. I also noticed that the dining area had hardwood tables, but one in every section had a tablecloth on it. I was seated at the tablecloth one. Did the hostess identify me as being more likely to blow chunks than her other customers?
I returned home, promising to take myself to the movies tomorrow (Sunday is a better day for zombies anyhow) and spent the afternoon cleaning, reading and dozing, and waiting for enough to digest so I can go to the gym. Gotta stay in shape, or I might not want to be seen in public with myself.