Long day, as the title implies. Students need my help. I have to play Superman all day and decode the universe for them. I don’t want awards or recognition or– wait, yeah, that would be great. Humility is overrated and tastes like old chapstick.
I am reminded of 1 Samuel 24, when David enters a cave while running from the mad King Saul and stumbled upon the old monarch himself, taking a dump. David considers doing away with his enemy right then and there, but he realizes that God chose Saul to be king and it would be wrong to kill him, despite the ruler’s own murderous intentions.
Later David catches Saul outside the cave and tells him he could have killed the king, but will not sin against God. He shows him the corner of the king’s robe he cut with his knife, to prove the point quite literally.
The same thing happened to me at Olive Garden:
Our server left on our table one of those magical, proprietary circular cheese graters bearing the Olive Garden logo and all the gravitas a yellow plastic kitchen utensil can muster.
This grater stayed on our table for a half hour. I’m sure it is secreted it in Chrissi’s backpack, we could have had our own felled king, our own badge of glory, our own cheese-built throne.
Instead of stealing it I took this photo to say I won’t sin against God’s finest graters.
Item 1:
Linguini (whole grain, just for the fiber at this point)
Marinara meat sauce
Meatballs! (Got a little crazy but it really has been a long week)
Item 2: linguini with
cheese marinara with
boring old chicken
Weight: 164
Breadstick count: threeve
Understanding: deep
Specifically this guy– he love loves this place. I mean, yeah, James likes it all right. And the guy with the Mark Davis-meets-Jon Gruden-haircut also seemed to like it (happy anniversary to you guys, by the way!). But I’m really talking about Old Gramps there on the wall– it’s hard to see but his hair is actually even better than the other guys in this picture. And you can tell that as a retired mafioso, he’s really enjoying himself.
The yellow of the restaurant interior struck me this time around. The lamps are all yellow so the light cast of the whole restaurant is this sunny warm firelight business. I didn’t mind, as it went with the noodles. And the yellow made me think of Coldplay and how sick I felt after my breadstick orgy yesterday.