It's May, but it's not too damn hot in Austin yet.
Life's been vivid...sort of like one of those Cecil B. Demille movies in mondo technicolor. You just can't decide if it's ok or way too much. One thing for certain, you can't live too long in the vivid state without it beginning to drive you crazy.
I forgot to eat today, except for the half pint of exquisite organic blackberries that started the day right. Big, fat, juicy that tart/sweet that makes a perfect piece of fruit perfect.
I remembered my board meeting. I rushed out of the house sending instructions to all the boys and my husband about returning a tux, finishing science home work and eating dinner.
I got to the office to find it locked. I knocked and knocked. My fellow board member opened the door and laughed. The meeting is tomorrow. She made the mistake of asking how I am. I gushed about work, house selling, and crimes committed on my job site. She got dressed for the gym and scurried out.
I called my husband and told him I needed soup. Great idea he said. We made plans to meet at El Chile's for tortilla soup. Within seconds of hanging up, he reminded me we are to meet friends tonight at Fino's. But I have improv class and all I want is soup. He said he'd cover for me.
On the way to El Chile's I remembered the chili at Star Seed's. Last time I had it it was winter and 3 o'clock in the morning. But I wanted it bad.
It's early and no one is here. The music is good.
I tried to talk myself into something responsible for a 48 year old to eat. But I wanted chili. AND I wanted queso.
The bowls of goo are in front of me along with a big basket of tortilla chips. Tomatoes, onions and grated cheese come with the bowl of red. I just put the tomatoes on top. I eat the queso and chili together by dipping chips in the queso first and then the chili.
The chili is not spicy, but it is flavorful. You can see ther is a fair amount of grease in it, but not so much that you know you're going to pay before you even get home. The queso is perfect queso for those raised on the tex-mex staple.
My waitress is a big friendly gal who offers great service without trying to be my friend.
I'm about to finish all I can possibly eat, and I hate that I don't think I'll be able to eat it all.
Life feels better with these nasty bowls of artery clogging concoctions in my gullet. This isn't vivid it's real......real good.
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