Solo dinner at Ringside.

So there are several reasons to go to dinner by myself at Ringside. First, everyone ditched me for Burger Club and I was on my own. Second, I had a discount card that was expiring tonight. And third, Ringside is moving, remodeling, and moving back and I’m not the only one who is afraid that things will change for the worse. I mean I had a black-and-blue Kobe beef filet mignon that was charred on the outside, cold on the inside, tender, and so tasty that I had to stop after my first bite to get my bearings. Everything else was just as delicious. I did make reservations for three, hoping that my ex-heterosexual-life-partner Il was free, but he was seeing a play with his girlfriend. Whatever.

I went even though my stomach has hurt most of the day. I’m not sure if I should blame it on the medication I take where abdominal pain is reported in 36.5% of the cases or if I should blame it on the “bananas” they have at work which are really banana-shaped green sticks. And by stomach pain, I mean sharp pains that can make me feel fatigued and sleep all day long. It hasn’t gotten much better, either. Ah well, it usually goes away after a day. It didn’t spoil my dinner.

So now I’m a little drunk and at home and that just means watching dance music videos on YouTube. You know what I mean.