apropos of anything

Any SCJohnson advertisers who may be reading: Drano is some darn powerful stuff.

That is just one of the things I learned tonight. Even diluted in a sea of water, Drano does a marvelous job of burning your hands. Fortunately, mine were only submerged for a few seconds, and even then only a few fingertips. The RN at the
Optum Nurse Line thinks I’ll be just fine in a day or two.

I also discovered how to undo my bathroom sink, although removing the drain stop proved unachievable, much to my ire. I’ve seen other people do it, and my parents are missing drain stops in half their sinks because they chose not to put them back in. How come I couldn’t do it? And how come there are no instructions on Google?

If you’re wondering how I came to learn all these amazing bits of information, it’s because I accidentally washed my much-maligned nose ring down the bathroom sink. And then because I hadn’t Drano’d the drain recently and I couldn’t extract the drain stop, I had to pour down the Drano and run some water and trust it came to out the other end. I’m not entirely sure if I’ll ever wear it again (judging by the job the Drano did on my hands, there’s no way I’m putting that thing back in my nose until it has been boiled and rubbed down with alcohol), but I am glad to have it back. I’m also hoping I put the sink back together properly; it seemed okay when I tested it, but as I was doing the 15-minute hand-washing frenzy (to counteract the diluted Drano, of course), it leaked a tad. And then a lot. So… we’ll see? I guess I’ll be checking under the sink every day for the next week or so…

Mmm, cherries. They’re even good not as a restaurant!

The earlier part of my evening was good, though. Sarah and I went to Cherry, which may possibly have become my new favorite yuppie restaurant. The decor is gorgeous, even when taking into account my bias towards all things red, and the food is even better. I am not quite sure how the cherry theme fits into their Asian fusion cuisine, but I would eat this food even if the restaurant were called Camembert. Sarah kept comparing her tuna to steak, and my grouper was fabulous. I think I may have to go once a month!

We followed it up with a showing of Raising Helen, which was not as bad as I thought it might be. Formulaic, yes. I spent part of the movie disliking Helen, although I had fun watching her maneuver the fashion world. My recommendation? Rent it with friends, especially so you can fully mock the horrible prom dress.

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