Deliciously Excruitiating

So Mr. Right has a boss who loves to visit Trinidad - or so it seems... the guy is here nearly monthly for work. Anywhoo... whenever he comes, he takes M.R. and myself out for dinner. Last month he couldn't - well, he took M.R. out but I was out of the country.





*Ooooooooo...klahoma where the la la lalalalala....*





Yep... anyways, so knowing he had a hectic schedule he asked that we meet him as soon as he gets to the gets in the country. Mind you, that was 9 in the night, but we said sure, why the feck not.





The only restaurant (that we like) open at that hour - God Bless him - was Jaffa's...





Let


me


tell


you





I had the green thai curry shrimp











de


lish





He had the tuna sushi...





de


lish


er





Omg...





Now why would I say "excruitiating" in the Title?





Well, entertaining a very talkative, busy-body native Louisianan can be taxing at 10pm. We're so different it was hard to find topics to talk about - well, except for the fact that we have food in common - he cooks alot, I eat alot. M.R. could go on and on about work... but with me it's just taxing - especially when you talk to someone who really isn't listening - they like to hear themselves talk more than anything.





But bless him... he's a good guy, he means well, and we had a blast - as we do each time.





But still, for some reason, I get a pang when I hear "Oh G wants to take us out when he comes in tonight"...








It's like on Batman





*POW* * BANG!* *OOF!*





All in my head... why I smile and reply: Oh, how nice :)





This is an extremely and pleasantly mild case of how I am... I just simply MUST make someone smile, or please them... it's my number 1 flaw (sometimes).





As Alanis says:





Is it my calling to keep on when i'm unable


And is it my job to be selfless extraodinairre


And my generosity has me disabled


By this my sense of duty to offer

Back to work, Zu... gotta ensure I'm on top of the game