I should probably not be allowed to be in charge of things.
I went to Newton Centre today, which isn't inherently traumatic. It's a pretty cool place full of restaurants and boutiques for clothing and jewelry I will never be able to afford. I went into this one "consignment shop" thinking that consignment=cheap. Not so. There was this super beautiful silk dress in one of my favorite shades of blue; it had sleeves, went down past the knee, and had a really pretty embellishment thing on it...for only $158. As I was gawking over it, the lady asked me if I wanted to try it on, and after I told her it was out of my price range, she said it was on sale...only $98. That's still too expensive (even though it fits my rule that if I'm going to spend over $50 on an article of clothing I should be able to wear that and absolutely nothing else and still be able to go out in public), but I knew if I didn't try it on, I'd spend the rest of the day thinking about it. Thankfully it didn't fit me properly, so I could let it rest in peace.
The "trauma" began when I decided I was a little peckish and wanted a snack. There are a lot of restaurants in Newton Centre, seriously, a lot. I can't just pick the first place I see, so I wandered around the entire town (after wandering around once already) looking for a place that looked good. After wandering for about 45 minutes, I still hadn't decided, and by that point, I went from "a little peckish" to legitimately hungry. Of course, that required an entire paradigm shift: I was no longer looking for a snack, but for actual food. I wandered for another 20-ish minutes. There was a diner attached to the train station, but it wasn't what I imagined and was a little too saloon-like for me. There was a place called "Cafe St. Petersburg" but I felt that I would feel out of place at a restaurant that had six middle-aged women shouting at each other in Russian sitting on the patio. There were a bunch of sit-down places, but I wasn't in the mood to wait for waiters. At this point, I was very glad I was alone, as any traveling companions would have been quite impatient with me (but then again, they probably would have picked a place in five minutes).
I ended up eating at an itty-bitty place called "Lee's Burgers." The name is pretty funny if you're a biological anthropologist (there's a guy named Lee Berger who published Australopithecus sediba recently...I mean, I'm pretty sure the restaurant was just named after some other "Lee," but I appreciated it). The burger was decent, the onion rings were good (they were served with this sauce that was almost like fry sauce sans ketchup), and best of all, it was cheap.
Anyway, the point of this post is that even though I'm okay with deciding things about my life, when it comes to food, I have the absolute worst decision-making skills ever. I hope this will change before I have dependent children to feed. Frankly, I'm glad I'm not a guy, because if I were, I'd probably never be able to plan a dinner date.
Also, I feel I should mention that I was really sneezy today (I hate springtime) and took a behind-the-counter antihistamine/nasal decongestant and washed it down with a caffeinated Diet Coke, and now I'm a little wired. I may go take on the universe right now.
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