Morgan visited this weekend, taking a few days off from the blustery north winds of Sunderland. Arrival was melodramatic, running towards one another in coach station with many approving lookers-on. First time I've seen someone from home.
Deposited bags, told lots of stories, and made our way back to City Centre for dinner at Latin restaurant called La Iguana. Wonnnnderful atmosphere. Decided to take advantage of their 2-for-1 cocktails and ordered margaritas... whoa. Probably 90% tequila, but worth it once food arrived. Morgan had left to use toilets so was only person at the table when tapas were delivered... taquitos, a quesadilla looking thing and then some meaty dish with a sort of pink grass looking garnish sticking out at odd angles.
When Morgan returned, we started on the garnish pile of unknown, but only took me 5 seconds to realize that what she pulled off the plate was in fact a shrimp. Head, eyes, legs, antenna. All intact. Am convinced will never look at shrimp the same way again. Only got through the dismemberment of one of four, and relinquised my second to Morgan. Ohh the tiny little legs... oooh. Not fun. Took a walk for an hour and went back to Iguana for banana dessert. Mmmm. Much better. Highly recommend the restaurant, perhaps not the shrimp for the squeamish diner.
Rest of the weekend consisted of a movie at The Phoenix with Caitlin (Vicky Christina Barcelona-- apathetic), high speed shopping at Primark (of course), a birthday party for Morgan's "twin" cousin in Coventry complete with bracing English walk in country-side, take-out kabobs on Saturday night, sharing the same computer screen to catch up with boyfriends and a movie on my laptop last night (Stage Beauty--loved it). Was just dropped off back home after meeting Morgan's dad at the bus station, and am planning on gym visit as have not been in three days.
Have massive scary presentation on Tuesday... wish me luck!
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