Unstitiched

So, yesterday, I got the last of my stitches out. Words can't express how happy this made me. After snipping the last stitch, the doctor said, "Okay! You're all done with me." I said, "Great. So, I know I ask you this all the time..." He interrupted with, "You want to know when you can run." Statement, not question. I nodded. "You can do whatever you want," he said. I may have detected a little relief on his part to be done with me, which of course, couldn't come close to matching my relief to be fully mobile again. Anyway, my leg is still aching a little so I'm going to do the responsible, grown-up thing, and wait through the weekend before I hit the road again.

But, getting my stitches out wasn't the highlight of my friday. Last night my girlfriend and I went to Wine Country on Line Ave. for dinner. I've grabbed lunch in there - which was good - but never had dinner. One word: awesome. We started with a baked mozzarella with tomatoes and basil, spread on crostinis. This was very good, but not the best part of the meal. For an entree, I had pan seared cedar spring lamb on herb polenta. I haven't eaten a lot of lamb in my time, but this was hands down the best. It was cooked perfectly to medium rare and seasoned just right. The polenta was creamy and delicious. The lamb was one of those dishes where I found myself carving away at the bone, desperately looking for one more shred of meat. It was that good. My sweetheart had the special, which was pan seared flounder on wild rice with grilled asparagus on the side. She loved hers, said it was the best fish she's ever had. We finished with a creme brûlée and, lets face it, even a poorly made creme brûlée is like a little ramekin of heaven, but this was made perfectly and served with sliced strawberries on top.

So, as for friday, to quote Ice Cube and possibly show my age: I gotta say it was a good day.