Date 14 - Another Thai with Constantine

Like this, except in heels
and maybe not quite this ripped

A long, tedious work phone call left me running behind for my lunch date with Constantine. I texted to let him know I could be a couple of minutes late and did my best speed walker impression in heels down the street to what I am starting to think of as our Thai place.

He replied with some good-natured harassment about docking my pay for showing up late. After all that, I think I may have even made it there on time and only slightly out of breath. The little place was packed. Students galore mostly loitered around, presumably texting their only classmate who wasn’t currently crammed into the restaurant. Constantine had found us a table by the door again, though this time I did not mind the occasional breeze, as it helped to cool me off after my 9 block sprint.

They're all here for the curry

We waited and chatted about everything and nothing until the line was reasonable before placing our order. This time Constantine also ordered the masman curry, so I did not get to laugh at his Tom tragedy (See Abbreviated with Constantine). Again, it was delicious!

Practically
indestructible

I had left my jacket behind to save our table from teenaged invasion, and I’d left my small, black Blackberry phone on top of my black jacket. When Constantine handed me my jacket to clear the table for food, Alec (my phone) was launched onto the floor and splintered into pieces. Constantine was mortified. He hadn’t seen it, being black against a black jacket. I laughed. This was not Alec’s first mishap. Not even the first of the day. I quickly assembled all of the pieces, and Alec lit up, resurrected once again. Constantine seemed relieved and a little disbelieving.

We fell into our usual meandering conversation. We talked about art and gun control and the underlying causes of home invasion.

 

All too soon, I had to go back to work. We confirmed our plans to wander a museum together on Saturday, and hugged goodbye.