the most boring post ever

We went out for Mexican last night. Evie and I were leaving Walgreens when M was arriving back in town, and we were both on the "wrong" side of town, so I asked if he wanted to meet us for dinner. (Sidenote: M swung into the parking lot as I was getting the baby into the car, and she saw his car approaching and said, "Daddy home!" I think it's kind of awesome that she can recognize his car.) Anyway, we ate at this one restaurant that we don't go to much. We used to eat there quite a bit, especially when I was pregnant, but we have lately been frequenting other establishments for a variety of reasons. (Oddly, there are a lot of Mexican restaurants in this town, proportionately speaking. I adore Mexican food so it's not a complaint in any way.) And, just because I know at least one person will wonder, the place is called Garcia's. Anyway, so we're there for the first time since probably last summer sometime. I order a chicken chimichanga, and there's a small production over my request to not have beans. I don't do beans. I have a mild distaste for almost any sort of bean, but refried beans are just one of the nastiest things ever. The texture! I digress. So the food arrives and I cut into my stupid chimi and the chicken is smothered in a ton of beans. I had commented, after ordering, that we would see what I ended up getting because he acted kind of like he didn't understand what I was saying, but I was still surprised to see it IN the chimi. By the way, I really am going somewhere with this story, even if it is long and drawn out and hopelessly detailed. So, when we finally got his attention, I politely asked him if it was supposed to have beans in it. Having eaten the same dish every time I have ever been there (and also, most times I eat at a Mexican restaurant, period) and never having gotten beans in it before, I was mainly just trying to give him the opportunity to fix it. He looked at me like I was some special sort of stupid and said that of course it was supposed to have beans! I said that it had never had beans in the past. He rushed off to the kitchen to ask them if it was usually a beany dish. He came back to tell me that they have always made it with beans, and he is sorry that he did not understand from what I said that I did not want beans. I pointed out that I cannot/will not eat beans. He looks like a deer caught in the headlights, and raises his shoulders, as if to say that it is unfortunate, but there's nothing he can do. M requests a box for it, so we can take it home and he would eat it for lunch. The waiter leaves, looking relieved, and brings a box. We pack up the box. Five minutes later, the waiter returns and says that he talked to the owner, who said he could replace it with one without beans, and that next time I should make sure to tell them that! So he brought the chimi and I ate it and thus did not go hungry, but it was not as good as usual (annoyance is not a good seasoning for food) and I should be commended for not telling him that there would not BE a next time to worry about.

So okay, my point is.. what the heck? Given my distaste for beans, don't you think I would remember if I had ever been served a bean-filled food item? Sure, it's been a while since I've eaten there, but it's been less than a year. I'm pretty sure the menu is the same, and although I didn't read the description carefully this time, seeing as how I have had the same thing every time we've been there, I don't think it says that it's got beans in it. We ate there a gazillion times while I was pregnant. I mean, they can change their menu, fine. But to then pretend that they have always done it that way.. that's just messed up. Also, he was totally uninterested in fixing it. It was just weird. And I know this subject is not that endlessly fascinating but I can't help writing about it anyway.

The weather is supposed to be lovely this weekend. I am so looking forward to it. I am more than ready for spring.

Speaking of boring blog entries, I am having a big emotional conflict at the moment. So this fall, the conclusion to Wheel of Time should be out. It's a really long-ass series (eleven books so far, I think) that I have spent the last decade reading. The author sadly passed away last year before finishing this last book, but left notes, etc. So anyway. The last three times a new book has been released, I have taken the opportunity to do a full re-read of the entire series. Last time, it took me MUCH longer than I had expected because I didn't really have as much free time as I had had in the past. That was before I had a small child attached to me every waking second. I know that if I want to do a re-read this time, I should really start now-ish. And I do want to! This is my last chance to have that pre-release anticipation. The one time I didn't do a reread, I didn't really enjoy the book because I was kind of lost as to what was going on. I always make connections and have ideas and theories brought back to me by a re-reading and it just gets me in the mood for it. Plus, they're entertaining. But my reading time is much more limited now than it was, and I barely have time for the other things I want to read. I have been obsessively reading another series lately and it is driving me crazy because I don't really want to do anything other than read. I am enjoying it so much but yet, I am also kind of looking forward to not having it hanging over my head anymore. Right now, it doesn't feel like I would get that into WoT again, but I know myself and I know that I will, and these books are long and I just don't know if I have it in me to read them all again. I have a bookcase full of unread books that I'd like to clear out already. But it's the last one! The temptation to just read the pre-release summaries online is strong.. we'll see if I can be strong or not.