|how.odious| Year Two: DAY FIFTY-NINE
2016 December 19 [Monday]
After the conclusion of No-Writing November and the commencement of the two metric months [100 Earth days = 1 metric month] that are to be spent writing book two [to be named … something … once I think of something to call it], I have already failed to write my first non-fiction-type Friday post, which will henceforth be referred to as “Feature Friday.” The short story is that I am a chronic quitter, and to my detriment, I’m getting used to not sticking to my goals. Nevertheless, I’m not entirely sure why I stated in the last post that that was the last installment of the Mundane Monday Memoirs because I already knew that I would continue to write that exact style of post throughout the year, on Mondays *sigh. Oh, and it’s Monday. Whatever.
The long story about why I failed to write my first Feature Friday post last week revolves around the conception of an idea that actually required a bit more research than I had initially expected, especially since I was forbidden to write on my computer until last Wednesday, which meant that it was sort of an unfair length of time to produce a Feature. Despite this, I should have planned better, obviously, and should have had an idea for something more manageable about which to write. Hopefully, I will indeed get the piece finished by THIS Friday because I also have my first 7,500 words for book two due on Saturday. Ugh. I basically hate writing. I’m not entirely sure why I even do it.
It’s that whatever it’s called … an antic? … an aphorism? … one moment please while I use my friend Google … no, neither, so, I suppose I will go with a platitude, since that’s sort of the closest I can get at the time of this [fueled-by-vodka] writing … where like writers love being done with their writing … “they” say the best part about writing is being done, having written whatever … blah, blah. Onward …
The events of last week were again quite blasé and uneventful, until the weekend that is. Ha! The lifemate began my birthday celebrations last Friday, and they will come to their fateful end tonight. Boo. I’m less inclined to talk [brag] about how we had the best day filled with shopping, an urban walkabout, fancy foods, and other activities that are none of anyone’s business. The only thing about which I’ll go into more detail is dinner.
We found a wonderful Spanish tapas place called Spain Club out in Gangnam at the COEX mall. It was divine. We started with some cocktails [an old fashioned for the lifemate and the signature margarita for me]. Then we ordered our entrée first, the seafood paella. OMG … it wasn’t the best paella I had ever had, but it was pretty damn delicious, especially for Seoul. With the entrée we split a bottle of Syrah, and then before we were even finished eating all of the paella, we ordered the gambas al ajillo after tasting the deliciousness of the shrimp in the paella. OMG … seriously the best shrimp I’ve ever eaten … ever. After we ate, we finished off the meal with a drink called the White Lady. I’m not entirely sure how long we were there, but I imagine it was much longer than I thought. We were … inebriated.
After dinner we shopped a bit more, and then, we stopped through the On the Border [yes, I know, but you can’t understand how truly amazing Mexican food is until you can’t eat it … ever … even when we’re talking about somewhere as derivative as On the Border … yes, I understand that most people understand that Mexican food is amazing, but seriously, you can’t really understand its amazing amazing-ness until you’re deprived of it … like most things in life, I guess] that we also found at COEX [there’s another one that we usually frequent downtown and closer to our home], sipped more margaritas and snacked on an appetizer platter, most of which was bagged up so we could take it home. It was, to be fair, the second dinner within like three hours.
That’s enough about that. Yesterday was a wonderfully lazy [recovery] day. I think we probably watched like five hours of the 2016 WSOP Main Event, and I’m not ashamed to admit this. I guess that’s about it for today because I don’t even want to be writing this damn post in the first place, so really, you’re just getting my shits. Sorry [not sorry].
*a birthday presents sampling … uh, kinda crazy.