I met a few former colleagues for a drink after work last night while Dr. Darling chose to stay home and get dinner started, a beef stir-fry.
I called the Penthouse-Nordic as I left the bar and the following conversation ensued…as far as I can remember.
Shazzer: Honey, I’m too drunk to wok.
Dr. Darling: You’re too drunk to walk? You’ve only been gone an hour, how much did you have?!
Shazzer: No, I’m too drunk to stand over a wok and toss water chestnuts in hot oil with one eye.
Dr. Darling: Well, I’ve already started working on the veggies.
Shazzer: And I only had one cider, Cheeky Monkey! But on an empty stomach, that’s all it takes. I’m starving! How far along are you with the veg?
Dr. Darling: Well, ummmm…I’ve taken them out of the fridge.
Shazzer: Why am I not surprised? Put them back and just start the rice. We’re going with Plan B.
Dr. Darling: Which is?
Shazzer: Something that doesn’t involve sharp knives or sizzling hot oil. Did I mention the one-eye thing?
Dr. Darling: Yes, you did. I’ll see you when you get here. Walk carefully.
Shazzer: I thought we just decided that we weren’t going to wok?
Dr. Darling: Shut up.
Shazzer: I love you, too, Sweetie!