I am in a fondue coma right now... calm as a hindu cow that has just injested cheese covered apples, cauliflower, carrots, chips, pumpernickel and white bread; blue-cheese topped walnut infused raspberry vinegrette salad; and fondue salmon, beef, teriyaki beef, shrimp, chicken, mushrooms, squash, potatoes, and broccoli.
And then the waiter had the audacity to try to sell us dessert. I'm sorry, are you talking? Everything is muffled and moving in slo-motion.
I digress. I took Shea out tonight for an early birthday dinner to The Melting Pot. Shea had never been there and I, of course, had been looking for a reason to go back for the past 10 months. Tonight was that reason in a burst of spontinaity.
But now... uhhhhhhh.... right now I'm just about ready to slip back in to my coma so I must... stop... writing.
More tomorrow when I can think clearly again. Promise.