Anonymous said: What restaurant has a green tea martini?!?! That sounds delicious. Happy Birthday!!
Thank you! Since you’re anonymous, I don’t know who you are or if you live near me. It’s a pan-Asian and sushi restaurant called Papaya, in the central business district of the Pittsburgh airport.
But first, a thing that happened last weekend:
My family and Marc and I went out for my observed birthday dinner last Saturday. I ordered a drink that was so bizarre and baffling that even every person but Tobias taking sips from it killed less than half the glass. Our waiter asked if I wanted something else and I declined because I was kind of off alcohol for the evening.
I met up with Tobias and one of our friends to dine at the same restaurant earlier this evening. The guy seating us was our waiter from Saturday. He remembered me and that I didn’t seem to like my drink. I was mortified and stammered something about being confused. He said they’d give me something I’d like this time.
And I got a free green tea martini.
Which I liked.
I had most of it on an empty stomach, though, which all but necessitated a frozen yogurt run. But still.
That was a cool thing that happened.
After rollerskating last night and cycling with Marc this evening, I’ve determined why both activities make me so nervous. It’s easy to achieve speed quickly, but not so easy to stop or brake once you do. Sure, you have stoppers on skates or the handle brakes on a bike, but stopping wasn’t one of the things I learned as quickly as I did with a car. It’s essential to know how to stop a car. You can’t get your license unless you prove you know this. Not the same with skating and cycling, so I often end up in that ethereal and terrifying dream moment where you know you’re flying, but powerless to land.
What I’m happy to report about tonight is that I didn’t crash and I didn’t berate Marc, either of which could have resulted from us taking a flat and easy trail this time. I’m getting there.