The Slice

"I have my best friend back,"
he says, staring into nothing.

"But I've lost my lover."

I fumble with my fingers crossed
praying for more time.

"So, you're asking me to be patient?"
I say, "Yeah."

But I wonder if there's enough between

the best friend I am
and the lover I used to be.

Just had this text conversation--

Me: Yay election day!
Austin: Woot!
Me: No more ads!
Austin: No more video bullitons from friends!
Me: No more endless election coverage!
Austin: No more sarah palin!
Me: We hope.

EDIT: Fun fact time! The name uvula comes from the Latin for little grape.

Anyway, I'm avoiding studying for my last final and feeling exhausted today, so I might as well relay a few stories I've been promising.

A few weeks ago, Austin and I went to sushi in Sparks. We like this place called Sushi Time because they have really interesting rolls and a good atmosphere. Every place has its own twist, of course, but this place has things like lemon drops and calamari salad and other such things I haven't seen. Delicious. This particular time, we came in for the all-you-can eat lunch special. (Actually, that's pretty much every time in this town.) After looking at the menu and pointing out a few rolls to each other, this conversation happened.

"We should get their two spiciest rolls to start with."
"Haha, yeah. Let's kill it before we even get started."

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We left to contemplate our error and visit Austin's dad in the rehabilitation center with much indigestion. Last weekend when we went to sushi again, we didn't order anything spicy except the red snapper at the very end, which just had a little dot of rooster sauce on top.

Woo, ok. Once again, I should be dong something else, so I'm here to entertain you! Or something.

I forgot to mention Austin and I went to see Doomsday on Tuesday after going to the Silver Club and eating way too salty french dips and fajitas. The movie itself... Hmm. It's a post-apocalyptic type piece with the main character, Eden Sinclair, going into Scotland after the area has been devastated by a deadly and contagious virus and quarantined off from the rest of the world, leaving the people trapped inside to die. Decades go by and the disease shows up again, this time in London where Sinclair works on a special police squad. She travels into Scotland to try to find a cure for the disease after it is revealed that people have survived. From there, action action this, Mad Max guys everywhere, throw in some plot, make things work that wouldn't in real life, and not a lot of logic. It was enjoyable enough, I suppose, if you realized it wouldn't actually happen that way. Just sit there and let it wash over you.

Afterwards, Austin started talking about what would happen if we had a deadly viral outbreak in our society as it is now. That kind of freaked me out, though I tried to counter with, "But we have technology and lots of science!" We started tossing around the idea of really old diseases returning, such as bubonic plague, or the already potentially threatening ones, like bird flu, and how we would deal with those.

But Austin had to bring up tetanus:
"What, you mean lock jaw?"
"No."
"Um, ok. I guess that's trichinosis."
"Yeah, haven't you heard what happens to people with tetanus? It attacks their bodies so that the muscles spasm all at once, and the stronger muscles overpower the weaker muscles. Like, your biceps are stronger than your forearms, so they curl up, and your back is stronger than your stomach, so you end up arching your back. And I think your face muscles get stretched back like this."
(He opened his lips really wide, revealing his teeth. I laughed.)
"No, it's really not funny. Well, I guess it looks funny. Haven't you seen the medical pictures? They were drawn by someone famous. Michelangelo, maybe? People get stuck like that."

I hadn't. I came home and looked it up on the internet, and Wiki had this to show me. I spent a little while perusing pictures on google image search, too, and wow. I'm glad I got a shot a few years ago, even if it hurt for a week.

So, in closing, don't get tetanus. It's a freaky disease that will make you into a human arch, which looks terrible as hell and probably feels worse. And I guess Doomsday was an OK film if you discount logic. Thank you.

Austin and I are sitting on the couch watching TV. A Tanqueray ad pops on and shows a man gorging himself on shrimp at a party. The spokesman says something to the effect of, "As with shrimp cocktail, all good things in moderation." The following conversation ensues:

"I don't think that's right. Gin is nasty and shrimp cocktail is delicious! Eat as much shrimp as you can!" I say.
Austin asks, "Ok, ok. Moderately priced cocktail or moderately priced shrimp cocktail?"
I answer, "Shrimp cocktail, of course."
Austin thinks for a moment then asks, "Cocktail of your choice with high end booze or moderately priced shrimp cocktail?"
I answer, "Shrimp cocktail."
"Shrimp cocktail." Austin thinks again then says, "How about really expensive wine or moderately priced shrimp cocktail?"
This one stumps me a bit, as I'm a sucker for a good wine. I finally answer, "Oh, I might have to go with the wine on that one. What about you?"
"Of course you go with the wine. That way you can buy more shrimp cocktail later."