As I'm getting on in years - I turn 21 on Thursday - it seems that my
date ideas are becoming less and less exciting. For "Date of the Week
VII", I planned to make dinner for Ricarda from Switzerland. A pretty
tame date. How sad. Where has my youth gone? The next thing you
know, I'll be inviting Gertrude to play a game of shuffleboard, knit some
slippers, drink some prune juice, and enjoy a night of Bingo. Perhaps
my wildest days are (gasp) behind me...
BUT!!! - the good news of the date is that Ricarda is one of the
the prettiest girls at my school. Woohoo-hoo-hoo!!! She's thin and a
good dresser, and she has long blond hair, round blue eyes, and a playful
face that's usually smiling even when she's mad. She likes to dance and go
to the beach, and she's got a cute accent where she says "I 'sink" instead
of "I think." However, the date was harmless because she's got a
boyfriend......but who knows for how long? (Wink, wink)
At her apartment, Ricarda and I sat on the balcony and looked out
at the Boca Ciega Bay and its green islands. We had a nice little chat -
to sum it up, I'd say we basically solved all the world's problems. So,
nothing too exciting. Ricarda thinks that people should do what they
promise and be true to their "word", and I think all foods should be
eliminated except for ice cream. Sounds like a nicer world to live in,
In my many, many, many years of living, I've learned lots of good
things - but I still have never learned how to cook. I can only make
two things: chicken fajitas and a delectable Snickers-Oreos-hot fudge
sundae. I'd already had a sundae for breakfast, so Ricarda and I would
I failed to impress Ricarda with my cooking. The main problem was
that, instead of lettuce, I got tricked into buying something disgusting that
disguised itself as lettuce but was actually as hard as peanut brittle
and barely edible. Rotten, treacherous plants!!! Just see if I ever
go down the vegetable aisle again!
So, I served up the fajitas and poured some apple-banana-orange
juice. Dinner was served.
Ricarda, always optimistic, tried to think of something nice to
say. "Well," she said, "it's the good will that counts."
So, my cooking wasn't too great of a success. But, I did earn one
complement from my date.
"Mmmm," she said, drinking. "Good choice on the juice."
"Thank you," I said. "I chose the banana juice because I think it
really brings out the crunchiness of the lettuce." She agreed, and we
snacked on some lettuce - crunch, (yuk) crunch!
All in all, my fajitas were actually pretty tasty besides the
lettuce. In honor of the nice date I had with Ricarda, from
Switzerland, I would like to include for you the Swiss national anthem:
(usually accompanied by trumpets and a tuba)
From the snow on the Alps to the windmills on the Rhine,
And the banks of Zurich to the army knifes of Geneva.
yodel-ahee, yodel-ahoo, yodel-ahee, yodel-ooo!
From the fjords in the south to the Arctic Circle in the north,
And the bikini team in Stockholm to the...
- oh, wait, now we're confu-oo-oo-oo-used -
We've got watches, we've got chocolate, we've got cheese with lots of holes!
Don't confuse us with Swe-eee-eee-eee-den!
So, that's the Swiss anthem!
...wait a second, now that I think about it I remember that
Ricarda couldn't remember the anthem when I asked her. That's not the Swiss
national anthem at all, I just made it up!
I must be becoming forgetful in my old age. Birthdays are so
scary. Twenty-one years old - I'm not too far away from needing dentures
and a cane.
Am I too old now to have adventures?
Is there life after the big 2-1?
Will "Date of the Week VIII" be with Gertrude!?
later - "Old Man" Modern Oddyseus