I started, around mid-day, thinking about a glass of wine, as I tend to do on a typical Friday. An oaky, buttery Chardonnay is my favorite. Add a side of reality television and a bag of chips and that’s a big Friday night. A reality smorgasbord of housewives, fixer uppers and restaurants you’d hesitate to enter; salt and vinegar or maybe barbecue, preferably a thin cut, but never the newest flavor of Lays. Cappuchino Chips? As in potato chips? Really? It’s not right.
But the day got busy and I didn’t have a chance to take in a filling lunch. My culinary visions grew stronger than my wine visions. Mexican? Italian…a nice risotto? No, definitely Mexican. Chipotle? With a Corona and lime?
The day grew longer still. A favor for a colleague and then meeting littleb at a birthday party. I planned to stop on the way home for some take-out and wine, but sometimes you just want to be home, and because I’m not as young as I used to be, I long for the comfort of stretch cotton. Screw the Mexican. Who needs wine? Yoga pants-that’s the ticket.
They say you can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you get what you need. I’d have to agree, assuming what I need is a grilled hot dog in a toasted bun topped with some sweet onion, plain yellow mustard and organic ketchup, served with a side of leftover potato salad. I’m sure that’s what the Rolling Stones were talking about.
And sometimes, magically, what you need turns out to be exactly what you wanted and not at all a compromise. It’s nice when it turns out that way.
What do you need?
This is Delilah…..
Screeeechhhh. Wait. No. This is not Delilah. I got carried away. I had a Delilah moment. I was getting all smooth and soothing in my mind, handing out advice paired with the oldies. Sorry. And if you don’t know who Delilah is, you might not be old enough to read this blog or maybe you are just too cool for this school. I’m glad you’re here, don’t get me wrong. You’re just not my demographic. Hey. Maybe I am just what you needed today. Way to keep it positive, Chicken. You go in your yoga pants.