Beware of Greeks bearing gifts

I get the distinct feeling that, after May comes and goes, Cas and I will probably stop marking each month of our relationship with such appreciation and awe.  Of course, that is after we hit the one year mark, and that hasn't happened yet.  As of yesterday, we have been dating for ten months.

Yesterday was rainy and gray.  I was texting a bit with my sweetie, and neither of us was feeling terribly energetic.  I said that the sky was a good metaphor for my mood.  I was pretty happy about my all-day fashion choice to stay in my pajama pants.  At about five, though, I was pretty hungry.  I decided to shower and put on actual pants.

We went to a Greek restaurant called Stratos.  We got a platter for two with a little bit of everything on it.  It was as delicious as it was beautiful.  We even decided to pair it with some Ouzo.  I normally don't love the practice of people photographing their food, but this was a pretty platter.

It was way too much food.  When we got back to my place, Cas pulled out his phone and pulled up the translation software.  He wanted to know how to say food coma in Greek.
κώμα τροφίμων

It's apparently pronounced (coMA truFEEmon)

I just wish I knew which item in particular upset our stomachs so much.  Neither of us felt very good about an hour or so after the meal.  I haven't talked to him this morning.  He's not exactly an early riser when he has time off, and it's not even 9 am yet.  I hope the storm has passed, because we've got to be ready for trivia night with Chad, Becky, Jerone and Julie tonight.  It should be a good time.

Oh, by the way- Cas sent me the Fair Park selfie he took in front of a fountain on Saturday.  It's pretty cute.