Life is just a bag of carrots...

So after a brief nap, I'm ready to make my pasta sauce Sunday afternoon. I get all the ingredients ready, but can't find the bag of carrots I just know I bought at Ralph's. I looked all over the fridge, then finally checked the receipt. No carrots on it. They must have fallen out of the cart somewhere. I ended up making the sauce anyway, and put an extra green pepper in it. The olive oil smelled great warming up, a nice perfume coming from it. While I was adding the tomatoes to the pot, Art gave me a call. He asked me out to dinner. We decided on Indian, and made arrangements for me to pick him up at 1930. I showered, dressed, and was out the door with time to spare. I waited till 1935 on the street, then got out on the sidewalk to see if I could see him. I had a feeling I might not be at the right building. I could hear a slight sound, which I finally realized was my cell phone. By the time I got it out, the call went to voice mail. It was Art. I called him back right away, and got to speak to him. I did stop too soon, but it was all good. We got to the restaurant, had a nice time. My okra was too salty, I couldn't even finish it all. We then went to Streetbar, where we were waiting to hear from his friends. He could not get a hold of Nick, the guy he was staying with, but he did manage to talk to Jay. He is the straight multi-millionaire who we were supposed to go back to his house in Andreas Hills for drinks. That didn't happen, and I finally had to leave some time after midnight. Work in the morning. I did make sure Art had my email so that we could keep in touch. His flight left a little after 1030 this morning.
I went to the gym after work today. Really good workout, I increased my weights by 5 lbs. Good run on the treadmill. Was good to finally get home.