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food and drink with mimi - The Literary Exhibitionist
food and drink with mimi

-- चार हजार और अस्सी-दो --

Last night was in effect a sort of prologue to my Birth Week, although Mimi has never officially been a part of it before. But, it was an evening out the very day before my first official Birth Week Activity, which is dinner tonight in Renton with Danielle.

Anyway, Mimi was originally going to drive me up to Pesos Kitchen & Lounge, where I had reservations for three at 5:00, but then she had to email me that she would meet me up there. Shobhit walked there from home, and he was standing outside reading a book when I arrived. And as it happened, Mimi actually arrived at basically the same time I did. I thought it looked like it might have been her, when I saw the gray-haired back of a lady's head as she walked into the wrong entrance. But then she walked out and Shobhit called out over my shoulder, "Hey!" And Mimi gave him a hug. And then she hugged me. "We can hug, even though we never hug at work. Although we could."

And then she proceeded to be pretty unimpressed with these margaritas that I have long raved about. It's too bad. I wonder if it was the bartender or what, because even I had to admit, if that had been my first time trying it, I never would have raved about it either. I mean, the margarita was fine, but no better than that. Damn it! It was still as strong as usual, but flavor-wise, certainly not worth the $12 it went for regular price -- and barely worth their $8.50 Happy Hour price. That margarita is the most expensive one they have on the menu.

On the other hand, we all three shared three different Happy Hour food items, and every single one of them was excellent, especially the salad Mimi wanted (and it's rare to be genuinely impressed by a salad) and the quesadilla Shobhit suggested we get. We also got nachos, which were good too, but the least impressive of all the foods.

We had a lovely visit all around, I think. The most memorable part of the conversation was Mimi telling us about the extremity of her husband's aversion to violence in movies -- and violence of any kind, he can't handle, and he won't watch. She then told us of a White Elephant gift exchange she had with the HR department at Christmastime last year, at which time she was able to steal someone's gift of socks with this written on them: I'm a delicate fucking flower. She said they were perfect for her husband and she brought them home for him.

Mimi and I each had a second drink, one of the cheaper sangria drinks, hers one flavor (better) and mine the other. And in the end, the bill came to around $60, but instead of splitting three ways, Mimi insisted on covering $40 of it, as a gesture for my birthday, which was not at all expected and very nice of her. I was rather inclined to walk home after that, but when we got up to leave, Shobhit said a #11 bus was coming in three minutes, and so we caught that to ride up Denny.

I must have been pretty buzzed because I honestly can't remember the six-block walk from the bus stop to our building. I just now realized that. On the other hand, I do remember an exchange I had with Ivan on Facebook Messenger (his preferred mode of communication), about TV shows he was interested in and then dates that Shobhit and I will be out of town over the next couple of months. He kept sending me texts about how much he'll miss us, which I took as sarcasm: lol yeah right. He sent one of those stickers of a kitty crying, and I said, I find that very sweet even though I know it's insincere.

But then I finally realized: what if it isn't? Even to a minor degree? Suddenly I felt bad. So I followed up with, Or maybe it isn't. I'm sorry, I guess that was kind of a mean thing for me to say. What the fuck do I know? :/

No response to that, but honestly not responding to such things is on brand for him, and no response was particularly expected anyway. The thing is, he may very well have been sarcastic, but after several times making comments to the effect of my suspecting insincerity, I finally realized I don't actually know for sure. He never talks all that openly about feelings in general, and whether he actually misses us when we're gone or not is beside the point. I need to adhere to my own standards of conduct either way: he probably didn't think I was being an asshole, but I think I kind of was. And I shouldn't be.

I'm certain he doesn't spent any time worrying about things of such insignificance -- one thing that kind of makes Ivan the polar opposite of Tommy, who I always imagined being self-conscious about what to many others might seem to be the smallest of things. (I'm trying to get him to agree to meet me for lunch on Monday and since he's taking a long time to respond to those texts, I fear I may be inciting his social anxiety. That's largely conjecture on my part but whatever.) With Ivan I always ascribe such things to his being on the spectrum -- more assumptions on my part, I suppose. That also makes me think about how he's more than once made reference to his opinion that I am no more "neurotypical" than he is, an idea that admittedly fascinates me, although I'm certain that speaking in a strictly clinical context, I actually am.

But, generally speaking, as Danielle has been saying for decades: "Normal is a cycle on a washing machine." We're all just great big weirdos if you dig deeply enough, and digging deep has never been all that necessary with me.

I do still think that a big contributing factor to Shobhit's falling for me, in spite of how I am unlike any other person, is the fact that he is foreign born, and thus not socialized and conditioned by the same expectations of people born American. I think there's plenty about me that an average American would find in some way odd or weird, which it wouldn't even occur to Shobhit to think about in the same way.

Shobhit and I worked a little bit on the Friday crossword, until we both got so frustrated we just clicked to have the whole thing revealed. I do remember that, and that he made another quesadilla that was a bit heavy on the pesto. I have no idea why I remember all that but can't remember the walk home from the bus. Strange.

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Our "town hall" meetings at work are generally done every six weeks or so, and even that has started to seem a little too frequent than necessary -- I literally can't remember anything discussed at the one we had last month. What I do remember is thinking, at the time, that for the first time in a long time, the information dispensed to us contained nothing particularly vital. I very much appreciate the intent of transparency, but it still only makes sense if there's a real need for a meeting. Something, anything, going on that might elicit some kind of buzz. That was basically missing from last month.

And then today's Town Hall was scheduled, and I found it curiously soon after the last one. It's only been four weeks. I thought maybe it might have something to do with the Burien store announcement -- but, nope. Instead, this was probably the most memorable Town Hall meeting we've had since the announcement of the office location move. The significance of the news today was still not at all in the same category, but it sure as shit justified a meeting. We were presented with information about something not actually happening for another five months or so, and it was confidential -- we were the first people outside of those working on it to be informed -- so I can't say what it was here. In fact I can't until roughly five months from now, I guess.

It did make me wonder something, when Heather said, "This stays in this room." What are the ethics here as applied to my, say, telling my husband about it? When companies say something like, "This stays in this room," do they strictly expect people not to tell their spouses? After all, I learned the hard way, like, over twenty years ago (literally) never to expect a friend you tell any kind of secret to not to repeat it to their spouse. Granted, this is largely contextual, I realize that, and depends on the type of thing being kept secret, and how relevant it might be to the person being told. That relevance point was especially apropos to the situation I was in when I was 19, and was a much more personal thing than this is, which has to do with business.

But, whatever. Suffice it to say the news was kind of exciting, and will probably garner a certain amount and type of media attention. And when I am done posting this, I am going to send Heather an email complimenting her on the presentation itself -- I found it very organized and polished, and impressively conscientious about the impact of the information being revealed. I'm not saying it was an outsize shocker of any kind, but it did have the potential to upset people -- but, thankfully, did not seem to upset anyone, which means these people did their jobs well.

And then, as per usual, they fed us lunch afterward. Lori, the office manager who will no longer be working here after next week, set out a spread for us to make ourselves tacos. Even without the use of the shredded beef, I had plenty of great stuff to put in my soft taco, and it was notably tasty. As was the peanut butter cookie I had with it.

I did wind up near the front of the line, as I typically am, and when I went to sit down, found that all the small white tables in the kitchen had no chairs around them because they had all been put into the conference room for seating in the presentation. I figured the least I could do was help with taking the white chairs back into the kitchen. I then sat by myself at one of those smaller white round tables, rather than the picnic-style tables stretched in the center of the room that others were filling up. I noticed some people were sitting outside, which hadn't even occurred to me. I might have sat out there if I had thought of it earlier but I was already seated.

After a bit, Mimi came to sit with me, and we ate our lunch together, no one else seated with us. She probably came to sit with me just because she saw me sitting over there by myself. Thus, she unwittingly granted herself, and just her, another point on my next Social Review. We had dinner last night and lunch together today!

Now I need to spend the afternoon trying to wrap up what I can before taking my first full week off of work since last April, and my first time taking more than even a single day off at a time since last October.

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