Day 83
I am not one to hide my foibles. Well, some of them, maybe, but not most of them.
Regarding disclosure of such embarrassing moments … let’s just say it DEPENDS.
And I should have been wearing some of those last night because I … peed in my pants.
Yes … it was not a great end to an otherwise lovely evening.
I flew out to Detroit and drove to Ann Arbor for Ted’s graduation with his master’s degree this weekend from the University of Michigan.
Upon my arrival I got to see his “house dog” (finally) and we walked to town and had a yummy Korean Bulgogi dish for lunch. And after that we wandered through a quaint little market that had all sorts of specialty items: the white onions were gorgeous and the size of softballs … the squid ink packaged pasta looked like tiny trilobytes in cellophane! They had European butters and lobster sauce and a fish counter and the most sublime meat market with pork chops the size of dinner plates! I could have lived there!
We gathered his girlfriend from the airport and landed at a cozy, exposed brick bar for specialty drinks before heading off for dinner. We sipped blackberry brush and hibiscus and peppercorn bourbon and gin concoctions. Strong and fragrant they made me wonder how my Eternity cologne might taste!
Dinner was in downtown Detroit (a far bigger, more cosmopolitan and deserted city than I expected) on the 72nd floor overlooking the Canadian border. It was lovely. We started with salads and giant poached shrimp and then moved on to the lobster corn dogs (more of a tempura thing than corn dog) and then we dined on filet and asparagus and scallops with Swiss chard and bacon. We finished with hazelnut tortes and a coconut bombe.
And then the peeing part …
I went to the hotel’s work space to find it closed. I did not bring my computer on this trip so thought I’d use the hotel’s work space. The attendant allowed me access and then charged me $15 to use the computer! I was not happy … and was looking at the receipt when I walked out of the hotel to retrieve something from my car and thought I was walking down the ramp when I was actually walking down the stairs.
Well, I actually walked down ONE stair and kind of cartwheeled down the rest. NICE! I could have given any olympian a run for their medal! Except that when an olympic gymnast plants their landing they don’t finish it off by peeing in their pants … as I did!
Oh well … what can I say. I have a weak bladder from all those pregnancies and medication as a child. My excuses! And it’s only happened twice … both times after falling down the stairs!
I should keep these secrets to myself … but whatever! One would think I’m more vain to disclose these things … sometimes I am and sometimes it just … depends.