Meatcake
I worked later than expected yesterday, but it was mostly due to not having the strength to change location. Ted and his wife Jenny invited my mother and I out to dinner at Perry's (one of EL's favorite local restaurants) last night. Their famous seven finger pork chop a.k.a. 'Meatcake' is described as "hand selected in the Midwest specifically for Perry’s restaurants, this item is dried, cured and roasted for five days then caramelized, finished in the oven and topped with maitre de garlic butter sauce; served with a baked potato and applesauce"... roughly translated, this means fabulous. We nicknamed it meatcake because when it comes out of the kitchen it looks like a giant slice of cake... like one of those multilayer abominations that you need a rope and climbing harness to approach. They slice it tableside into 3 distinct sections... the eyelash, the ribs, and the tenderloin. It is a festival of carnivorous delight. The last time I'd been to Perry's with the two of them, it was EL and I inviting them out and with the sting of coincidence, we were seated randomly at the exact same table served by the exact same waiter. I managed through it. We enjoyed some of EL's favorite tableside flambé deserts with post meal libations. I was so tired when I got home. It has been a really tough week for me.
I'm glad it is the weekend and I feel like I have no schedule. This isn't entirely true, but it seems like it. I finished the migration to Vonage for our home phone. I wish I'd done it a long time ago. I have an appointment to gather the rest of EL's things from her employer's home this afternoon. It will be my first time back to the scene since the day it happened. My mother is going with me and I don't plan on staying long. Clerks 2 opened yesterday and despite being a Kevin Smith fan, I'm hesitant to go see it for fear it will just be disappointing. The Asylum Street Spankers are playing in Houston tonight. I'd like to go, but not as much as I'd just like to sleep. I dreamed a lot of Erin last night. Since her death, I don't dream much and when I do they are usually nightmares or I don't remember anything. I wish I could dream vividly of her every night. I wish a lot of things. There isn't much else going on here with me other than trying to take things as they come and not have any expectation.
I feel the same way about wanting to see Clerks 2. I finally saw Walk the Line last night. Now I need every Johnny Cash album ever made.
Ahhh, meatcake. I had my own meat celebration last night, a pair of buffalo steaks I’d been saving for some time in the freezer. It just seemed like a shame throwing them on the George Forman and my broiler sucks. But as good as they were, I was envious of the eyelash I knew y’all had enjoyed, let me tell you. Now I’m moving slowly in the dark...I don’t want to leave it. It’s bright and hot out there. I like it in here.
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