Veggie woes and sundry

I was going to make gazpacho tonight. I went to Atwater Market and bought a metric ton of fresh veggies, and bonded with the nice veggie lady over the Mahones and the Ramones and such (I was wearing my Mahones shirt). Then she forgot to put about 1/3 of my order in my bag, including my tomatoes and red peppers, which I only discovered about two hours ago, when it was too late to do anything about it.

So I have to go back tomorrow morning and see if she remembers me and if she'll give me my produce, dagnabbit.

This is annoying in many ways. 1) I can't make my gazpacho. 2) My lunch schedule for the week has officially been thrown off. 3) I have had to email curtana to put off our get-together by an hour, which is *not* what I wanted.

Argh.

The unpleasantness of this discovery was mitigated considerably by the 1 1/2-hour conversation with M. on the phone tonight, though. :)

I had a nice brunch with toughlovemuse and chibipunkdemon, and spent the evening with the Parental Units, which went really well. The Paternal Unit bought two gigantic shrimp (they were about nine inches long and over an inch in diameter, I kid you not) for dinner, as well as scallops and a small tuna steak. We ate like kings, although I pointed out to him that he had enough food there for three meals instead of one. Also, the price made my head spin a little bit. I can't believe he spent that much money on seafood. Yikes!

In unrelated news, I have been fantasizing more and more about taking a three-week vacation somewhere far away with a beach, with no social obligations and as many books as I can take with me and not sprain my back. I have to watch myself, or I'll end up getting lost in my own little vacation fantasy world. Ah, well. It's not such a bad place to be, sometimes.