Wednesday, December 29, 2004
All alone again.
Each day of break i learn to appreciate and question myself a little bit more. Today I learned that lunch alone is as amusing if not more than lunch in groups. With an empty stomach and $10 in my pocket, a hip new restaurant in Beaverton called Noodlin' caught my eye. I pulled in and walked into an atmosphere where I was the only one who was alone. In such situations where it might be natural to feel uncomfortable or embarassed, I tend to revert to laughter. I simply look around and laugh at myself. I may appear to be a nut-case but it is a natural response for me. I proceeded to a counter and picked up a menu, reading the prices and items, casing the joint. After the help of a waiter, I ordered an excelent yaki soba tofu noodle dish and a glass of water. While filling up my water, i whirled around to go to my seat at which time my cell phone flew out of my purse and hit a passing womans leg. Apologizing, still lauighing, I stambered aimlessly in attempt to find a place to set my stuff down before i could pick up the phone. Realizing i could either sit in a booth (the most practical space) or a 4 seater table, i chose the booth hesitantly because it overlooked the waiter's quaters whom I already felt he thought I was flirting with him by gigling as he explained each menu item to me earlier. I sat my purse down, picked up my phone and while standing up I knocked over my cup and spilt water all over the counter, chair, and floor. Shaking my head, STILL laughing I went to a nearby cleaning station and stole a towel to clean up my mess. Looking around i noticed many a couples glancing at me while continuing their conversation. I had to laugh realising how dumb I must have looked; a lone, fumbling, laughing girl eating tofu chunks. I ate the food, it was good, and then talked once again to the nice waiter who came to check up on how I liked my selection. Then, I found myself in a bind; mid-exiting of my stool I realised I had to use the restroom, but not yet finished with my meal, I did not know what to do. Normally I would just ask someone to watch my meal and purse while i took a bathroom break but that person was non-existant! Out of sheer terror of my bowels exploding I shoved what tofu I could into my mouth, piled my belongings into my arms, and made way towards the restroom. What made the situation even more awkward was the goodbye I had already soluted to the nice waiter and my already half-made treck to the exit when i had to turn around and ask politely where the restroom was (mouth still full of food). With a huge grin on my face out of the sheer humor of the situation, I found my way to the toilet and then the front door. I love solo dining...everyone should try it now and then. I then went on to do a little bit of solo reading at Borders...don't even make me tell you about that one...
¶ 11:10 PM
¶ 11:10 PM
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oh kara.
i think that would make for an interesting scene, or one-act or something. you could fit in a bunch of physical comedy. you should write it as a play, i think. then perform it. that would be cool. :)
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i think that would make for an interesting scene, or one-act or something. you could fit in a bunch of physical comedy. you should write it as a play, i think. then perform it. that would be cool. :)
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