Wow. This should have been an easy post to write. Unfortunately, I've got this cold that results in lots of coughing any time I lay down. Which means I'm not sleeping well at night, but also can't nap. And I've been off my Adderall since I'm taking Sudafed and don't want my heart to explode. So I've spent probably the bulk of my first week off pretty much staring at a wall.
But prior to that, Raj and I celebrated our anniversary three whole days early, since Friday was his day off. Generally I try not, in the words of Toby Ziegler, "to temp the fate of the whatever from high atop the thing." Fortunately, we made it to our actual anniversary and beyond still together, so it turned out to be ok.
Raj had told me that he had a place he wanted to take me in Georgetown. I asked whether I needed to look any nicer than I did at the time, he said no, and we were off. We walked a couple of blocks from the car and on a corner, there it was. Serendipity 3.
You guys. Frozen hot chocolate right here in my very own city.
Raj had heard on NPR about it opening and saved it for a surprise for me. It worked. Apparently, upon seeing where we were going, my face got all kid-in-a-candy-store-y. Well, of course it did.
For lunch, a little thing called a triple decker grilled cheese.
It was even better than it looks. Raj had some sort of pizza that I couldn't be bothered to waste precious stomach space with sharing. As it was, he had to finish about a quarter of my sandwich so I'd have room for dessert. Speaking of which...
Apparently they have different flavors of frozen hot chocolate. Our waiter said the Oreo one is his favorite. I ordered original since Raj hadn't ever had one before, but probably we should go back and try the Oreo to compare. You know, as research. For science.
While we were eating, a little girl, probably around four or five, sat at the table next to us with her grandpa. She was in a fancy dress and he was exclaiming over the beauty of the drawing she was doing with his pen and a piece of paper he got from the hostess. It was pretty much the cutest thing that has ever occurred. They shared a giant hot fudge sundae.
We were going to go kayaking in Georgetown, but then we went to the hospital instead because six days a week are just not enough time at that place for Raj. Or else because his pager had crapped out and he had to go back to pick up the replacement. But then we got on to the important stuff: presents!
As you know, gift giving is sort of a bloodsport around here. So we do the traditional anniversary gifts in order to make it more difficult for each other to find something good. The second anniversary gift is cotton, meaning that I've been getting threatened with cotton balls for months.
National Geographic Cause an Uproar t-shirt to support their Big Cats Initiative, Duke's t-shirt which Raj couldn't buy himself when he lived in Hawaii, lest he look like a tourist (that's the back of those two) and an NPR shirt to support our local station and make sure everyone is aware that Raj is the geekiest nerd in all the land. I also deviated from cotton to get Raj a book of cocktail recipes from the top bartenders in Hawaii because it was there on the Duke's website and looked like fun.
After gift-opening, we kept the party going. With a nap. Seriously. And lo, it was good. Until they started demoing the bathroom in the apartment just above us. There was a lot of sledgehammering going on, not that Raj noticed. Sleeping through things is kind of his superpower. It's really quite extraordinary.
I'd requested, before I knew about lunch at Serendipity, dinner at 8407 kitchen bar. This is a restaurant we walked by many times before going into and promptly declaring our favorite restaurant in Maryland and maybe the whole DC metro area. We made the reservation for 8:00 to give our lunch time to settle. Their cheese board resulted my decision that, should I be diagnosed with a terminal illness and given a short time to live, I'd spend all of it eating that particular goat cheese. Until I exploded.
Speaking of cheese, on Monday, our actual anniversary, I put on the same outfit I wore on our first date and picked up the same Thai entrees we had on our first date. I include this information primarily to sicken Sharon with the ooey gooey ickiness of it all.
And speaking of ooey gooey (but not at all icky) I also made these Oreo treats, which are basically Rice Krispies treats with crushed Oreos subbed for the Rice Krispies. They are even better than you think they are. No, really. We didn't have any Oreos on our first date, but it was around that time that I learned about Raj's love for cookies. I'm pretty sure he loves cookies more than he loves me. It's understandable. Cookies never ask you to take out the trash.
Nor do they keep you awake with their coughing. For two weeks now. In Raj's professional medical opinion, I should see a doctor who is not him. So I'm off to the Express Med Clinic where, name notwithstanding, I will likely spend the bulk of my day, hopefully emerging with a remedy more effective than Mucinex and constantly drinking hot water. Probably the doctor will also suggest that I go to Target, for its restorative powers and reasonably priced homegoods. And more Oreos.