5:05 pm, Friday. Text from the Pirate: What you doing?
5:06 pm. The reply: ?? You mean right now? I'm at work. Or do you mean tonite? No plans... y?
5:08 pm. Pirate: Are you ready to receive?
5:09 pm. Me: Your reply, sir, is enigmatical. Receive what?
5:12: Pirate: Why, my glorious person of course.
5:15: Me: I will be out of work in 15 mins, at which time I would honored and elated to receive your exalted company.
5:19: Pirate: I agree, you would be honoured unnecessarily but i shall deign to inflict you upon me. Standby to standby.
So he shows up at 6:30, lean, tanned, smiling. "This is a delightful surprise; I didnt expect to see you until tomorrow. I hope you like tuna noodle casserole," I told him, "becasue it's all i've got the fixings for."
"You needn't worry about dinner. I've taken care of everything."
An hour later we were sitting in a loud, crowded Italian restaurant around the corner from my flat. I'd walked passed it a million times but never went in, having dismissed it as an overpriced pizzaria. My god was i wrong. First of all, it's BYOB, which I love. There aren't nearly enough BYOB restaurants in the world. Secondly, the menu was fantastic. It's been a while since I had that much difficulty ordering on a menu. My osterich filet in marsala wine sauce was the best piece of meat I have ever eaten anywhere ever.
"This is a wonderful evening. Thank you so much; I love surprises! What's the occassion?"
"What are you doing on the weekend of the 19th/20th?"
"That's the weekend before I leave for the States for 2 weeks. Why?"
"I was wondering if you'd like to come home with me for the weekend and meet my family."
Question of the hour: WHAT DO I WEAR???
On another cheerful note I spent the afternoon blackberrying. Of course, it's been a couple years since I were blackberrying, and I made a crucial, tactical error: I neglected to wear long trousers and a long-sleeved shirt. Let's play Guess What's All Over CB's Arms And Legs!
a) scratches from blackberry thorns
b) stings from acres and acres of poison nettles surrounding aforementioned blackberry thorns
c) mosquito/horsefly bites
d) ALL OF THE FUCKING ABOVE
If you guessed "d" give yourself a gold star, Einstein.
But it was worth it, all the same. The berries are big and sweet and they explode on your tongue and bathe it in thick, purple juice. How wonderful to stand in the sunshine on a hot afternoon and pick wild berries! One in the basket, one in the mouth; two in the basket, one in the mouth. I piked 2.2 kilos of wild blackberries, y'all. 2.2 KILOS. I made about half of them into sauce to eat over icecream (they'll keep better in sauce form). Pudding tonight is fresh blackberries with double cream. I think I'll pick some more in a couple weeks to make into a pie to take to Mr and Mrs Pirate. That should go over well with the in-laws, don't you think?