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when chemists are waiters
Monday, September 27 2010
It was an unusually rainy day, at least by the standards of this particular warm season. We experienced continuous rain throughout the day, and occasionally in came down in roaring downpours of the kind that make you think about the material used in your roofing.
This evening Gretchen and I went over to Ray and Nancy's house for dinner. One of Ray's colleagues from New World Home cooking was there, a guy named Jason. Like Ray, Jason works as a waiter because he can't find better-paying work in his profession. But while Ray is an English major type, Jason is a chemist. The economy must be in terrible shape if chemists are working as waiters.
Also at Ray and Nancy's house was a huge grey dog named Rex who must have been sort of Pit Bull mix; he looked like a scaled-up version of Eleanor. Eleanor kept overreacting with a wild-eyed panic whenever he would try to play with her, something he'd do with a firm nudge of his muzzle, which, at the business end of an anvil-sized head, carried enormous momentum.
Ray cooked up a meal around some sort of weird pan-global burrito. It was mostly like a Mexican burrito, but it some notes in it that suggested Malaysia or Thailand. Whatever it was, it was delicious.
At some point somebody opened up a bottle of 22 year old dessert wine, and while the others seemed to love it, it tasted weird and chemically to me. But them, so too did the glass of Knob Creek whiskey Ray had poured me. At some point I just had to quit drinking entirely.
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