Well it’s the day after the first sober birthday I’ve had in quite a while. After the fiasco at Arthur’s steakhouse in Hoboken, Bill and I did some food shopping and came home. We talked about the sauce pan, I neglected to mention that it was designed by Damien Hirst, he of Shark in Formaldehyde Tank and Diamond Encrusted Skull fame.

Here’s a pic of Hirst’s Diamond Skull.

It cost Bill a pretty penny and here I was being ungrateful. I felt terrible about that and of course did all the backpedaling that I could but really the horse was out of the stable so there was no use in closing the gate. Looking back I can’t believe my behavior and I apologized for it. I mentioned to Bill that a few years ago we had a fight. One year he decided not to celebrate or recognized Valentine’s Day. Previous years we did but this particular year we didn’t though not on my part. I told him that he didn’t have to go to any great length to get me something, ‘you could give me a button and I would think it was the best button in the world!’ But when it came down to balls to the wall, a saucepan wasn’t up to snuff.

I eventually got over it, hoping that I didn’t hurt Bill’s feelings. It’s just that in the past couple of months, he was making noises about how I should get a video camera since he felt that I can handle a digital camera with relative ease, and I actually thought that I would be getting a new camera, or a new iPod or some sort of flashy gadget that Bill is so fond of. But he’s been having some money problems, which I didn’t know about since we don’t share finances.

It reminded me of a certain Xmas when I was living at my parents house, and I was hoping to get a Walkman for a holiday present. The time came and when I opened the box, there was no Walkman. My father thought I was an idiot and would wear it while crossing railroad tracks, not hearing the oncoming train and would be killed right then and there. He didn’t like me, but he didn’t want me dead apparently. Instead of a Walkman, I got a Sears tape recorder with an AM/FM radio band attached. Not exactly the same thing. Not at all. I was crushed and eventually bought my own Walkman and played exclusively on railroad tracks just to prove a point.

I do love the saucepan and it’s probably the best saucepan in the world. It’s stainless steel so it could make a good weapon should the need arise. You never know when some black-ops are going to be knocking on the door arms full of pasta with no sauce. If they know what’s good for them they had better bring bread. That’s all I ask. Not too much is it?