Day 34, self quarantine
Yay, it’s Saturday!
It’s funny how the dynamic has shifted in Casa Slick now that Gary is also working from home. While all the days roll into one in Quarantine Land, we definitely have our delineated weekends back.
Yesterday at 3:00, Gary shut down his laptop with a lusty “Thank Fucking God!” I heard all the way upstairs.
I giggled and was dying to join him but I was still tethered to my own computer until 4:30.
Typically on the weekend, we are both in great, laid back moods and eat pizza on Friday nights and either do leftovers or takeout on Saturday nights. We both agreed years ago we have no clue why people jam crowded restaurants on the weekend - we always preferred eating out on Tuesdays when it’s much more low key and we don’t have to listen to the people at the table next to us talking in graphic detail about their recent medical procedure.
Are we the only ones this happens to? Gary and I swear we’re freak magnets for these people. Just had a boil lanced? A nasty, painful stomach blockage? Say hi to Gary and me, who rarely go out to dinner anymore but okay sure, we want to hear all about your oozing pus! In fact, we got all dressed up for it!
So yeah, now that I think about it, Gary and I have been in training for quarantine most of our adult lives.
In keeping with the Friday theme, last night Gary made nachos, which is basically pizza from a different culture, and we sat on the sofa happily munching watching a hockey game from 2008 like it was brand new. For a few brief hours, it was business as usual here and it was glorious.
I’m debating about tonight’s dinner, because what else would I typically do at 6:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning? The reason I say that, though, is I woke up to an email from my favorite Indian restaurant that they’re offering contactless curbside delivery.
Oh my God, I’ve been waiting twenty years for this.
And Indian food is the one cuisine Gary doesn’t do, preferring to keep it “restaurant special.”
So is takeout food coronavirus safe? How fitting would it be for my favorite meal to be the cause of my death...sigh.
Nah, I know it’s okay but I’m gonna wait for the snoring big lug upstairs’ opinion later. I’m guessing he’s going to shout an enthusiastic YES.
I’m going to let him sleep in all morning in furtherance of our Let’s still celebrate the weekend theme. It works for me, too. While he sleeps, I watch all the food tv I tape during week while straightening up the living room. Omg did he do a number down here this week. There’s four pair of sneakers out - holy hell, he’s not even going anywhere! Oy, I have to stop looking around or I will make myself nuts. It’s like living with a teenager.
Thank god 😎
So today’s plan: Watch Thursday night’s Top Chef, which I specifically save for Saturday morning since it’s my favorite of all food porn competitions, clean up this hell hole, and then, there’s a cool live stream on this afternoon to support local musicians starting at 2:00that I believe takes us to the big Stones I mean Lady Gaga extravaganza tonight. Here’s the link for the Philadelphia event at 2:00: https://m.facebook.com/events/217181859368750
Anyway, woo, it’s already late, it’s already 6:45 a.m.and Top Chef and a fresh pot of coffee are calling my name.
Happy fucking Saturday.
