Tomorrow Larry (my boss) and I are going for our annual festive lunch. In our large department, Larry and I form a ‘mini’ department. While every other area has three layers and several staff members, we’re just the two of us. In addition to the large lunch the entire department has together, Larry and I go out for our own lunch where we talk about projects that we’re working on, what will be coming up in the new year and all that work stuff.

Sometimes we talk about personal stuff, but that’s mostly Larry carrying that side of the conversation. I’m very private at work about my home life, some people know more about me than others, but most know very little. Larry doesn’t know that I’m a homo but I’ve often thought about telling him. Sometimes I think he’d be okay with it, other times I wonder. He made a comment once about the gaybourhood and I wasn’t entirely too sure if he was expressing his opinion or someone else’s.

Back to lunch tomorrow.

I am hopeful that we will go somewhere half-decent. On our first outing two years ago, Larry took me to a hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant that I never would’ve gone to otherwise. The walls were dingy, the menus were in these plastic placards on the table that were sticky to the touch and the food was a bit too greasy for my liking.

The waiter was the Asian version of the Soup Nazi. When I asked to get my leftovers to go he pointed at the menu and yelled, “No take out! It say right there, food not to go!”

I knew why Larry was such a fan of the place, two could eat there for under ten dollars (which we did). Needless to say, I left that day still quite hungry.

Last year, Larry let me pick where we’d go and I chose an authentic Chinese place that was a few steps up in the class and cleanliness ladder. He’d been leaning towards going to another greasy-pit, this time a Vietnamese place that hung part of the menu in the front window. Um, no thanks.

We haven’t yet talked about where we’ll go tomorrow. I am going to suggest a cute bistro not too far from our office that we went to earlier this year. Thankfully, the hole-in-the-wall closed down earlier this year so I needn’t worry about him wanting to go there. I don’t care about going somewhere fancy or pricey, I’d just like to be somewhere I don’t have to worry about the cleanliness of the kitchen.

If I don’t post for a few days, it’s because I lost the battle to go somewhere nice and have fallen ill with food poisoning.

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