When We Were Crapulous

Recently I was able to spend a day with my daughter. It was my first outing since becoming ill and was fantastic. We talked, laughed, got our hair done, became famous for a moment and otherwise had a great time. We went out to dinner and I had 1 beer. Drinking really is not supposed to be on my "to-do" list and so it went straight to my head. I wasn't drunk but I was glad we were walking! It made us laugh and brought to memory the night at the fondue place a year or so ago. The two of us plus my guy (her dad) decided that it would be fun to spend an evening eating fondue. As we don't get to see each other much more often than once a year this seemed like the perfect way to enjoy being together. And it was. It was the sort of enchanted evening that happens when your children have become adults and you finally accept it. We lingered for hours. My guy also encouraged us (he doesn't drink) to try the wine I noticed on the wine list. This was a really nice restaurant, the kind where the menus for the ladies have no prices (if you haven't been to a restaurant like that - find one and go. It is a great treat!) so we excitedly ordered a bottle. We enjoyed it so much that we ordered another and then another. We spent the evening sipping wine, eating fondue slowly, and chatting. Eventually, though, it was time to stand and go to the ladies room. Giggles ensued and off we went. Glossing over the next few moments......my daughter and I found ourselves washing our hands. The blue soap I was using was a bit runny and wouldn't foam properly. But I kept on trying. After a few tries we took a closer look at the "soap." It seems this was a VERY NICE restaurant. There wasn't just soap in the ladies room but also mouthwash! Now we understood why our hands smelled oh-so-minty fresh! More giggling and off we went. We staggered back to the hotel (or possibly took a cab, I don't quite remember), made plans for the next day and said goodnight. The next day we were crapulous. Our crapulousness was a thing of beauty. The museum/historical house we visited will never be the same again. People were scandalized at the effect of our crapulousness! And our hands were minty fresh!!!

Oh, you don't know what 'crapulous' means? Look it up - it's a real word. Think of this as an amusing (maybe) story AND a vocabulary lesson!! There will be a test later. I won't give it to you but you know somewhere, sometime this word will make an appearance in your life and you (and you alone) will know the meaning.

One last word about my illness: I am much better. There is some permanent damage, the extent of the damage won't really be known for at least a year. I am not myself yet but I am getting there and may get to go home soon. Unless there is a major relapse, I promise not to bleat about it on this space anymore!