bull in a china shop

my boss is here from calgary for three days. last night she took me out to dinner. one of my very few fine dining experiences.

we went to 'nu' a restaurant overlooking false creek. it was nice. i had mussels and shrimp in chipotle, truffle, cream sauce. it was delicious.

after dinner while eating my blood orange, passion fruit and black currant sorbets, i was distracted by the cute chef in the restaurant's open plan kitchen when candice said something. as i turned to see what she was refering to, my elbow knocked my water glass, which i had artfully placed in arms way. i grabbed at the glass, now wet from the spilled water, to prevent it from going any further, but it, in turn, slipped out of my hand and got thrown up against and smashed into the window.

the restaurant went quiet.

the whole kitchen stopped and stared.

there was glass everywhere, including, but not limited to, huge shards discovered in my chair, which, if having been sat on would definatley resulted in a trip to the e.r.

what a scene.

"well," said the waitress who was standing next to me when it happened "if you wanted to get his attention i think you just acheived it!"

you can dress me up...