scratch that.

i take it all back. everything i just touted about being an adult? i have to take it back. ALL OF IT.

i think this might be what it's like to be a recovering addict who just had a serious relapse.

excuse the vague details of the story here, but that's just how its gotta be.

picture this:

husband

wife

their single friend

and me

husband and wife have been trying to get their single friend and i in the same room for almost five years.

without warning, it happened last night.

we scoured the valley for a decent restaurant. turns out, their single friend is quite the foodie. and so... we ended up at a restaurant on the east side. price point? $28-ish. which was acceptable... after all, this day was five years in the making.

i stare at the menu.

stare

stare

stare

fish. crab. lobster. clam chowder. seafood salad. seafood pasta.

{internal panic sets in}

do i fake it and order the tuna?

i don't have the fake-it gene. i can't guarantee it won't come up once it goes down... and that would be beyond embarrassing.

i did what i thought was best.

i ordered a grilled cheese sandwich.

... from the kid's menu.

was it apparent that i was in the company of real live adults {40 year olds}? definitely.

did i look like the kid at the table? probably.

did i feel silly and wish for an instant taste bud transplant? yup.

but, did i pull it off and rely on my new "own it" mantra? no doubt.

we carried on with other, more intriguing {and redeeming} convo... and ate that grilled cheese and french fries like it was the fresh catch of the day.