I just got a popsicle from the Ice Cream truck. I feel like a kid again.
hashed taco-dilla March 31, 2008
We’re slowly gathering things from Jim’s apartment and bringing them over to ours. The heavier things, i.e., the microwave and that incredibly-complex-to-put-together book shelf thing from Target. The couch we are giving away, anyone want it? It’s free! Just come over and get it yourself. We are selling a TV for cheap. It’s a 27″, Sharp, ( I think ) and there is nothing wrong with it. We just don’t need it.
I made a delicious white trash creation. It’s called a Hashed Taco-Dilla. Or maybe you can think of a better name. Anyway, you know those frozen hash brown bars you can find at the store? Well I browned up some of those, and then put one in the middle of a small corn tortilla with some cheese and folded it in half. I wish I had a picture of these, they were small and cute and the hashbrown filled up the entire tortilla, so there wasn’t any excess tortilla hanging over. I made two for me and two for Jim. Jim put BBQ sauce all over it. ALL OVER IT. Which made it more white trash. It reminded me of when Tristan ate a plain, uncooked tortilla with BBQ sauce in it.
Bengal, Schmengal…. February 29, 2008
I just ate at one of the many incredibly delicious restaurants within walking distance from my apartment- Aladdin (the Bengalese restaurant). I love this restaurant for its delicious tea, samosas and fried rice with tender chicken curry on top. It’s served on the bone, which I don’t really like, but this is OK because its so tender and delicious it just falls off the bone. Bone.
I went there for lunch today and the food was, as usual, delicious. But the service was like a room full of retards trying to figure out what to do with themselves. First, I order my food and the woman asks me if I want the tea now, or later when my food comes. I told her later. I go to sit down in the next room, and there are 2 TVs BLASTING on full volume some old black and white bengalese/Indian movie. The movie looked really cool, but with the volume so high you can’t hear it, and to the point that it might cause injury to your ear drums, it wasn’t too enjoyable. I turned down the TVs and sat back down. My food came, and I didn’t realize until 5 minutes later, ‘ Hey, where’s my tea?’ The woman there walked past my table and I asked her for the tea, and it was as if, she didn’t even realize she had forgotten it. Like, I was ordering it for the first time right there. No apology or concern. When the tea came I realized I actually wanted a glass of water as well. But, since I knew that asking for a cup would probably be too big of a task for her to handle, I let it go. I sit back, enjoy my food, and enjoy looking at the movie playing, even though I don’t understand it- it was visually indulging. Then I see the volume meter suddenly go down even further! What? I just moved it down to a comfortable volume, and now, someone is moving it down even further…? I know it shouldn’t matter; hearing a movie that you don’t understand the language, but I still like being able to hear it. Now, it’s at an uncomfortable volume. I decide, I’m full and want to take the rest home. I walk into the other room to ask for a box, but no one is in there. I yell, “Hello!” A man walked into the room and I asked him for a box. He stared at me, didn’t say anything and then walked away. HUm. Ok. Umm…… Then the woman came to help me, I asked her, and she gave me a box. I go to pay with my debit card and she says, ” You don’t have cash?” I said, “You don’t take debit?” She then takes debit and then swipes my card. Huh? What does it matter to you what form I pay in?
Anyway- I know I am just being a baby, and these things are not that bad that I should complain. But isn’t it just so much fun to do so? I didn’t go to work today because I was planning on picking up my Aunt Ginger and cousin Gem from the airport. Just as I was about to leave at 11:30, I get a call from them saying they are delayed in Chicago due to snow. So, now instead of arriving at 2, they will be here at 5:30. I probably could’ve gone into work today if I had known that. But I got other things done today: went to the DMV (for the last time) to officially change my address so I can finally have a California ID in my hands and not look like either a tourist or a minor with an illegal ID. Also, I got my car washed and vacuumed. It’s beautiful and smells delicious!
Viva Los TACOS! February 10, 2008
I just went to this place down the street called “Marielas Taco.” They have, by far, the best tacos I have ever eaten in my life. It’s about a 20 minute wait, and you’ll be surrounded by Jesus stickers and paraphernalia but it is so worth it, and actually, it kind of gives the place some character. When they call out your number, it’ll be in Spanish first so it wouldn’t hurt to brush up on your numbers. There are some good reviews on Google too.
I saw Bottle Rocket today for the first time. I liked it. It really seemed like somebody’s first movie, but with lots of potential in there for a developing style. I liked it, but overall the story was kinda eh.
Life is good!
