Hal was throat singing in the sauna tonight. He asked first. Most people lead lives in which it is not necessary to construct sentences like that.
Mike procured me an invitation to a Christmas leftovers Southern US edition feast at Hal and Cassidy’s. I was honoured, and expectant, and what I got beside the company and the new acquaintanceship with their daughter Lil and a new title to buy Jeff for the xBox was a very subtle, day old green salad which I ate without dressing and which I got seconds for, a slowcooked ham in a molasses and brown sugar glaze, SWEET POTATO PIE my first WITH MERINGUE. They maintained the structural integrity of the meringue by reheating it very gently in an oven. I went back for seconds of that, too, I felt I had a good four ounces of the ham and didn’t need more. Damn it was good I mean seriously.
Their leftovers make 90 percent of the restaurant meals I’ve ever paid for taste like hapless accidents from the kitchen of life.
After that we drove out to the wilds of fucking downtown Coquitlam, which is among the worst urban sprawl ever vomited by land office capitalism onto the lands of the Salish Sea, we found that JJ Spa was absolutely cheek by jowl, shoes stacked in the foyer like cordwood. After a very long and languid time spent with the taking off and putting on of shoes and talking about where we’d go next in the search if anywhere for NO FUCKING GENDER BARRIER at the sauna, thanks, it wasn’t long before we were at the Hastings Sauna, (ah, once again, and thank you Mike) where I stayed in the sauna patiently until my turkey button popped out.
My turkey button was my feet being warm to the touch, because they aren’t normally that way especially in the wintertime. I got out, dried myself off and lay down in the anteroom and lazed for the rest of the time. It was wonderful to be all one temperature and very relaxed, and I got a snap out of my lower back which I needed.
Anyway during the twenty minutes I was in there (much longer than I can do normally), Hal asked if he could throat sing, and it was a very good sound to hear in that little wooden space.
I wonder if The Food do throat singing. I’m trending not, but I look forward to their explanation why that might be.