In Your Eyes. Day 16

Quick note about not being motivated to write: It's rough going. Now, I'm going to try and plough through that tonight. It's going to be messy, and it probablly won't be very interesting, but for those of you who write, maybe you'll appreciate witnessing the process.

So tonight Evan came over for a very silent evening. He was going to take me out for dinner to either Noble Sushi [metro Detroit's best-kept sushi secret] or Chicken Shack. Besides the obvious health differences, Noble is dine-in and Chicken Shack is really only good in a carryout container on the couch.

I really didn't know where I wanted to go. On one hand, Noble would give us the opportunity to chew through a dinner without talking, a nice little experiment for the evening. On the other hand......broasted potatoes. And must-see tv. And the chicken! It was easy, it was good, and it
was taaaaaasty. Also, as we have all experienced at one point or another, taking a load off at the end of a day [and not, say, gym-ing, like we had promised ourselves] can be guiltily gratifying.

I looked to Evan to make the final call, and in the end he proved himself worthy of me and chose da 'Shack. I've been really, really drowsy and content ever since, but he hasn't held up so well. He's been doing push-ups and crunches for the last hour or so. Guilt....I gotta believe it stinks.

Now, here's how dinner was decided on from Evan's point of view. He hasn't yet read what I've written:

There was some sort of mind control BS in play no doubt. All I know is that I went into the sushi place trying to decide between Philadelphia and Sunday Morning and then BAM! 15 minutes later we had chicken shack and were watching House back at the apartment.

Now Listening:


Opposites Attract, Paula Abdul