Meat and greet

[fbhjr]

I didn’t feel well yesterday, so didn’t get much done. I hadn’t slept well Wednesday night due to frustration over computer problems and strange feelings over someone I know dying.*

So, yesterday morning my wife took her mother off for another medical appointment, I missed it. (While I felt bad about that, I don’t miss another 4 hours in the car back and forth to the house of ick.)

While she was out, my wife’s friend Amy called to set up lunch with my wife. I was invited to go along, which was very nice.
We went to a Brazilian Churrascaria in Worcester.

I like it because it is a meat restaurant. They have a salad/vegetable bar. But, they cook all sorts of meat on long metal shafts over a fire. As you sit at the table they come around with these and carve off some for you right at the table.
So you’ll be sitting there talking about western martial arts, lost Fiore manuals, small sword lessons and such and folks will walk up and put meat down on your table:
“Garlic steak?” “Sure.”
“Rare roast?” “Sure.”
“Pork sausage?” “Sure.”
“Roast chicken?” “Sure.”
“Well done roast?” “Sure.”
(You get the idea.)


I have to say, the roast they had was one of the best pieces of roast I’ve ever had. When the owner asked me what I thought I told him that. I guess it was the right answer as he patted me on the back and the roast guy orbited our table.

morgan_lafaye came by in the afternoon and we went to Home Depot to get stuff for props for the Star Wars parties.

I still didn’t feel well and ended up going to be about 8:30 and sleeping right through to 8 this morning.
But, at least today I feel better.



*Honestly, I’m not sure how I feel about this person I know dying. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t wish her any harm and I’m sorry she died. But, I didn’t really like her. She was someone who was the anti-Frank in the church. She never had a plan, always went based on how she felt at that moment, was easily swayed and never what I would call very thoughtful about things.
But, she was nice, kind, caring, friendly, hard working and would go out of her way to do things for people.
I’d avoid spending time with her. But, because she and I were just on totally different frequencies. And, as painfully obvious as that was to me, she never seemed to notice.
So, always been fairly conflicted about this person, her suddenly dropping dead confuses me as it makes me try and figure out my feelings about her.

Comments

Aaah

[evrgreen.livejournal.com]

Sorry to make light of it, but from your "tags", I initially thought the worst and jumped to the conclusion that someone had died from food poisoning! ;-)

There is a similar restaurant called 'Gauchos' or something like that, in Manchester, NH that my wife and I hope to go to this summer. We were first introduced to that type of place on a vacation we took to Washington DC. We've been back to Washington a couple times, and we always make a point to eat there at least 1 night while in the area. VERY VERY YUMMY!

The whole 'closure' thing is a beeotch sometimes. I think that most people are much more aware of how they fit in (or not) with others than they will ever let on. Sometimes, their perceived naivete or obliviousness is their method of coping, or perhaps their attempts of social grace to helping others to cope with them. IMHO, I think that it is best to just remember the aspects of the departed that made you feel good/comfortable, and keep those around rather than trying to get into any detailed analysis and categorization. There are exceedingly few people that I have ever been happy over their death, but that number is indeed non-zero which bothers me a little if I dwell on it. If in doubt, one can always fall back on the the wisdom of Trek - STII:TWOK, to paraphrase - How we face death is just as important as how we face life. Don't let one aspect dominate over the other.

[morgan-lafaye.livejournal.com]

I am very glad you are feeling better. I had hoped I was not contributing to you ick. As for place of much meat, where in Worcester? This sounds like a very,very good place.

[fbhjr.livejournal.com]

It's called Pampas and is at 145 East Central Street, just where East Central hits Shrewsbury Street. Literally on the corner.