Ahhh...

Well, I just had dinner in the hotel's buffet. I like how they hide
the price until you've milled and meandered so long in line, that to
abandon the famine march means certain death.

$22.00 later, I'll admit it was a good buffet, but 22 bucks?

As this weekend progresses, I'm learning a few things.

I hate eating alone. I love to talk during meals. I know, Mom
said it was impolite, but when it's just you and your partner, dinner
talk can be the best around. Especilly while eating out. Talking
about the people around, and the meal at hand? That's good stuff.

I also learned that I can eat alone. Even eating dinner out. That
worried me. I didn't want to miss out on my favorite resturants just
because I was a subhuman single class again. There's a stigma that
comes with that. I didn't care when I was younger, but now...I wasn't
sure.

Tonight was trial by fire. Even with people staring at me, as I was
relegated to the corner, I enjoyed my meal. Yes, anyone can put Robby
in the corner, but you better not touch his plate till he's done.

My dinner was really good. I sampled from both the Mexican and Asian
cuisines. The Mexican was good, just not really authentic. What's a
guy gotta do to get a good tamale these days? I swear, I'll marry the
first woman who proves she can make one. That's probably the reason I
can't find one huh?

The Asian food was a different story. I tried a crab salad that
tasted like olive loaf. The sushi was good though. Well, as good as
it can be. Truth is, I eat the stuff because I like the wasabi.

So I'm learning to be Rob alone again. It's been a while, I forgot
who he was, but I'm remembering why I like him.