Ow.

Headache tonight. But at least I don't have a concussion. I guess I should feel lucky.

Four years ago on the day before Thanksgiving, Katynka and I went out to dinner at Mario and Luigi's, my favorite restaurant in State College, PA. We figured it would be a good night to go out in a college town -- nobody would be around, with all the students gone home and everyone left in town visiting with their families. So we walked down there after work for an Italian feast. I wanted to have the M&L vodka sauce one last time before I moved to Connecticut a couple of weeks later.

Sure enough, the restaurant was practically deserted. The only problem was, they were out of some things that I wanted to order that night. Not exotic things, like squid ink pasta or anything, but basic stuff that they always have, like gorgonzola cheese for the salad, and macadamia nut torte for dessert. The gorgonzola was the worst part. I was astounded. How could they be out of gorgonzola? I think Katynka was afraid I was going to have to be forcibly removed from the restaurant.

And now it's part of Thanksgiving lore, the Gorgonzola Trauma. Like I said to Katynka earlier today, I hope I don't have flashbacks tomorrow. Some kind of post-traumatic gorgonzola stress disorder.

Anyway, tonight I was in the grocery store picking up a few last-minute items for Thanksgiving, mainly stuff for the salad, and decided I should get some cheese for it. I looked all over the fancy cheese section and could not find gorgonzola. Finally I did find a block of it (not crumbled) and bought that. But I thought it was funny that the tradition continued.

Maybe tomorrow I will tell you about the stress caused by gravy...