You know what? I really do have a minor viral infection. Nothing dramatic, just enough to make my lymph glands tender under the jawline and deplete my energy level. But the main problem was a hardened hunk of ear wax covering my ear drum and putting enough pressure on my eustachian tubes to give me a very unpleasant bout of vertigo and nausea this morning. So I got that bad boy irrigated out and life is much better now. Just in time for the weekend.
I have plans, see. Wind or no wind, I'm going to see the A's on Saturday at ConglomCo Stadium or whatever the hell it's called now. My friends Janice Murray and Alan Rosenthal are in town and we're going to watch a little baseball and catch up on each others' lives. We're also going out for dinner Friday night with Spike and the rest of the Friday Night Irregulars at a place called Teske's in San Jose. I'm not as excited about that. It's a German restaurant which is to say it is relentlessly meat oriented. Sure, they list other food, but check out that menu. It's pretty much meat, more meat, and meat-flavored spätzle. Also sauerkraut, but only in association with meat. It's not listed as a vegetable. German food is not a favorite at the Huntzinger-Bartelt household despite John's double German heritage and my general fondness for anything involving sausages and bread. The beer's pretty good, though. I'll let you know if the Crepes Gefúllt mit Pilzen, Tomaten, Paprikas, Zwiebel und Spinat is worth ordering.
Which reminds me, I said I'd tell you if I became enamored of the Cult of Cud. I have. I've been drinking wheatgrass juice twice a week for the last three weeks. I think it's doing some good, I don't feel as run down as I usually do, or I didn't until this ear thing happened. It's a weird taste, though. It is exactly like drinking pureed grass with sugar in it. Very sweet, very green, peculiar yet bracing. And I'll tell you what else: they treat you differently at Jamba Juice if you drink wheatgrass juice. It's like a secret handshake or something. You're one of Them now. I get extra orange slices and an extra friendly smile from the servers. I've been taken into the fold.
Stop me if I start wearing nothing but green, okay?
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