Okay, I must go to bed, but it seems I should write a new something. Cheese fries. I will write about cheese fries. I have said that if I could only eat one food, with no harmful nutritional issues, then it would be cheese fries. Preferably with two types of cheese and chives. Veggie chilly optional. They are what I order when I know I'm going to be at the diner for three hours and feel like I should have more than a coffee on my bill. They are what I want to eat when drunk. They are often what I want to eat when sad 
I had cheese fries tonight with a friend who is moving away in a month. She has been important to me over the past year, but we never became the best of friends, I just valued her presence, and I think she valued mine. Last summer we watched E.T. and Mary Poppins together with my old roommate, who had a serious crush on her. I know I can depend on her if I feel like I really need to sing out, "Cast off the shackles of yesterday; Shoulder to shoulder into the fray..." I am sad that she is leaving. But because we are not the closest or bestest of friends, it will be difficult communicating to her, that she is important to me, in ways that were never validated by time. I will try to tell her all the same.
Cheese fries have been used to commemorate new beginnings in my life. My most recent ex and I, when just beginning our relationship went for cheese fries at my favorite cheese fry getting place. It was all new and shiny and exciting, and it was a way to communicate 'me' to her. This is a place 'I' love, and 'we' are doing something that 'I' have traditionally loved doing, and am now excited that 'we' are doing. We carved our names on the wall, even though we were caught, and told to stop. The names can still be seen under fresher paint, but somehow the cheese fries are the real key to the memories. I still go there occaisonally, but now I keep it to myself, more.
Anyway, cheese fries. Silly, I know. The first restaurant I really tested my wings in was a casual fine dining sort of place. The staff there was new and interesting, especially one of the cooks and his friend, a shift manager. We started to hang out after work, at the bar across the street, where we would order cheese fries. I learned how to appreciate beer with these guys. I became an alcoholic with these guys. We ate many fries, and played many a game of arcade style virtual golf, and drank until sunrise many nights. (Bars must close at 2:30 in NC, but one of the bartenders had become one of our amigos, and we habitually had exceedingly small tabs for the hangovers we nurtured.) I had to step down from a position of responsibility at my other job because of that dynamic of our friendship. We both have sobered up quite a bit since then. I think the night with a warm gun pointed to both our heads in the too too shakey hand of our cracked up assailant completed the sobering process. I look forward to having cheese fries with him now, whenever he is in town, having a break from the social justice work he does today. So, ya, it's silly, but papas fritas con queso son mis favoritas. You can have your filets and cordon bleehs. I have my cheese fries.
diggity
[edited for silly spanish errors]
I had cheese fries tonight with a friend who is moving away in a month. She has been important to me over the past year, but we never became the best of friends, I just valued her presence, and I think she valued mine. Last summer we watched E.T. and Mary Poppins together with my old roommate, who had a serious crush on her. I know I can depend on her if I feel like I really need to sing out, "Cast off the shackles of yesterday; Shoulder to shoulder into the fray..." I am sad that she is leaving. But because we are not the closest or bestest of friends, it will be difficult communicating to her, that she is important to me, in ways that were never validated by time. I will try to tell her all the same.
Cheese fries have been used to commemorate new beginnings in my life. My most recent ex and I, when just beginning our relationship went for cheese fries at my favorite cheese fry getting place. It was all new and shiny and exciting, and it was a way to communicate 'me' to her. This is a place 'I' love, and 'we' are doing something that 'I' have traditionally loved doing, and am now excited that 'we' are doing. We carved our names on the wall, even though we were caught, and told to stop. The names can still be seen under fresher paint, but somehow the cheese fries are the real key to the memories. I still go there occaisonally, but now I keep it to myself, more.
Anyway, cheese fries. Silly, I know. The first restaurant I really tested my wings in was a casual fine dining sort of place. The staff there was new and interesting, especially one of the cooks and his friend, a shift manager. We started to hang out after work, at the bar across the street, where we would order cheese fries. I learned how to appreciate beer with these guys. I became an alcoholic with these guys. We ate many fries, and played many a game of arcade style virtual golf, and drank until sunrise many nights. (Bars must close at 2:30 in NC, but one of the bartenders had become one of our amigos, and we habitually had exceedingly small tabs for the hangovers we nurtured.) I had to step down from a position of responsibility at my other job because of that dynamic of our friendship. We both have sobered up quite a bit since then. I think the night with a warm gun pointed to both our heads in the too too shakey hand of our cracked up assailant completed the sobering process. I look forward to having cheese fries with him now, whenever he is in town, having a break from the social justice work he does today. So, ya, it's silly, but papas fritas con queso son mis favoritas. You can have your filets and cordon bleehs. I have my cheese fries.
diggity
[edited for silly spanish errors]
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By the way, that link is a song by my roommate's band, des ark. they are good.
It took 2 hours because of my great fear of actually posting a question to the boards, and not being able to ask the right thing of the "search" function.
[Edited on Jul 30, 2003]