My Space Cadette Life

the sadness that is my life

• Klinton left this morning for San Diego. I'm in this weird state of denial but mixed with the fact that I now know how to deal with him being gone (sort of) because I did it last year, so it's kind of like falling into an old routine ... but I know that it's also that I'm still thinking he'll come home tonight after work. And he won't. I watched his car drive away for a long time, long after I couldn't see it, praying that it would come back and that he would console me for another hour, at least. I'm not at all mentally prepared for this. I know that it's only a short time now, and that as soon as I graduate this can all be over, but I don't know how to get through the first week of sleeping alone. The only thing that helps is this shirt I stole from him a while ago ... he had this huge shirt that I liked to wear around the house when he was still in Berkeley, and I asked him if I could have it before he first left for San Diego a year ago. It's about the only vestige of him that remains. That, and the empty tortilla chip bag in my trash can. :)
  

• {rant} The other issue that brings me great frustration this morning is that (with one exception) no restaurant understands the concept of THE BIG SALAD. (Andréa, you will appreciate this very much. Unless I'm not remembering my Seinfeld correctly.) Intermezzo is my dream restaurant because they are the only place I've encountered that does this, and does it well. I like salad a lot. I like to eat salad every day. I like to eat salad as a meal. Now there are some restaurants that don't even try, and that's okay; they have a puny little garden salad in a styrofoam bowl with a single cherry tomato on top which is a good snack for a HAMSTER, but not worth ordering if you are a human, as I am. This is okay; I simply do not visit these types of restaurants. Of greater concern to me are the cafés like Espresso Roma that make a pretty nice café salad which is juuuuust not enough for a meal. (Note: If you have eaten with me, and if it wasn't a meal of cheesy sticks or taqueria food with Klinton, you know I don't eat a lot. So the salad has to be pretty damn small.) If you're going to make a salad that costs $7, and if it's going to be bigger than the stupid hamster side salad, why can't you make it big enough to satiate me until my next meal??? Like, you can get by on it if you eat it at like 3pm, and you're hungover, and you know you're going to eat in two hours. But you have to get other food if you're eating it as a normal meal. This drives me up walls. It pretends to be a meal, but it is not. Maybe for a really hefty hamster. But not for a sturdy girl like myself. (I hate that word: my therapist said that I had a "sturdy" frame [trying to tell me to stop comparing myself to 16 year-old Asian girls]. See also: Margaret Cho's bit on the words "hefty" and "zoftig".) {/rant}

posted by siobhan @ 11:43 AM