I’m susceptible to laryngitis. Every so often, I lose my voice which is how I rang in the new year. It was really frustrating to want to converse with people, but only able to croak out a few words at a time. People looked at me apologetically, “I’m so sorry, but I don’t know what you’re saying.” My laryngitis got progressively worse as I continued to drink and tried to speak, hoping each time that maybe my voice would suddenly return to normal. I went to a few house parties. They were all fun: good people, good music, great food and alcohol. I turned in at a reasonable hour (i.e., I’m getting so old!).
Several people complimented me on my dress (black with gold lace) which I got at a second-hand store in the Mission. This is the only picture I have of me. You can see the top-half of the dress.
I didn’t wake up until well past noon. Showered and scouted out a highly-recommended Thai restaurant (thanks to Yelp) also on Geary called Tawan’s for some comforting hot and sour soup. I didn’t realize I lived on such a happening street. Technically it’s a boulevard. I can’t recall another boulevard in the city of San Francisco. (I just now did a google search and found there is one other boulevard in SF–Bernal Heights Boulevard.) By the way, “Geary Boulevard was named for John W. Geary who was the first postmaster of San Francisco.”
I asked that they make my Tom Yum Gai soup extra spicy. I wanted to scorch the laryngitis out of my system. Everyone in the restaurant looked over at me as I patted my forehead, blew my nose, and wiped the tears out of the corners of my eyes. I was on fire! Their food was great; I was really pleased. But I still can’t talk.
My parents were kind enough to come over and do some new year’s cleaning with me. My mom did the bathroom, getting down on her hands and knees to scrub my bathtub. My dad did the kitchen and scrubbed all my floors. I rearranged my cupboards, closets, got rid of stuff I didn’t need. I’m actually super neat and organized so the whole process didn’t take too long. Even my parents commented on how clean I am. Still, I like my place to be immaculate. My parents made sure that it was. My condo sparkles. I know, I’m spoiled. Whose parents help clean for their kids?
Besides getting some work done and responding to email, I went out and got a burrito with all the works and a peanut butter Twix bar. There was salsa in my burrito so I’m still holding to my new year’s resolution of a serving of fruits and vegetables every day. Besides, there were mushrooms, onions, and tomatoes in my hot and sour soup.