PORK CHOPS
Last night was pretty wild so I spent the entire day sleeping. Is this the kind of life I would lead if I moved out here? Without drugs or other kinds of artificial stimulation, I don't think I would last very long out here.
Poor Rich. I don't know how he was able to get to work this morning. I hooked him up with some yay which should help, but working without enough sleep is one of those things I really hate doing. Nevertheless, we do it when we have jobs because the Man's power over us usually outweighs any complaints we have. In this case, it was our own fault and maybe it was worth it.
When Rich gets back, I'm half-asleep and I can already see his middle-finger before he stumbles back in a heap. He's lucky he didn't have to rebuild an engine tonight. He's exhausted, but he thanks me for the little hook-up. He says it was just enough to get him through the day.
What's for dinner? Time for some homeland grubbin'! Rich takes me to Philippine Kitchen, a little spot in Western Vegas pretty close to Rich's place in Summerlin. Rich says Western Vegas is considered the wealthy part of town and I can see that. It reminds me of the nice suburbs in Orange County, Cali. Everything is master-planned and very clean with golf courses dotting the landscape.
We order fried pork chops and another dish. The restaurant is quite typical of a sit-down Filipino restaurant. Simple fold out chairs and tables are laid-out on one side of the room while the other side is left open for dancing. Karaoke is set-up on one corner and it looks as if one quarter of the restaurant is reserved for birthdays or large parties.
The food arrives and there's a lot of it. I thought the pork chops would be pan fried chops but I was way off. Instead, the pork has been sliced off the bone in bite-sized pieces. Then, they were heavily battered in something similar to KFC batter. Finally, they were deep fried to a golden brown. Anytime I see a unique dish like this, I always want to duplicate it.
I warn Rich not to eat too much because we need to save space for whatever we're doing. Can you imagine humping on a full stomach? Momma always told me not to play on a full stomach and everyone knows, Momma is always right. We save the rest for some late night grubbin'.
Last night was pretty wild so I spent the entire day sleeping. Is this the kind of life I would lead if I moved out here? Without drugs or other kinds of artificial stimulation, I don't think I would last very long out here.
Poor Rich. I don't know how he was able to get to work this morning. I hooked him up with some yay which should help, but working without enough sleep is one of those things I really hate doing. Nevertheless, we do it when we have jobs because the Man's power over us usually outweighs any complaints we have. In this case, it was our own fault and maybe it was worth it.
When Rich gets back, I'm half-asleep and I can already see his middle-finger before he stumbles back in a heap. He's lucky he didn't have to rebuild an engine tonight. He's exhausted, but he thanks me for the little hook-up. He says it was just enough to get him through the day.
What's for dinner? Time for some homeland grubbin'! Rich takes me to Philippine Kitchen, a little spot in Western Vegas pretty close to Rich's place in Summerlin. Rich says Western Vegas is considered the wealthy part of town and I can see that. It reminds me of the nice suburbs in Orange County, Cali. Everything is master-planned and very clean with golf courses dotting the landscape.
We order fried pork chops and another dish. The restaurant is quite typical of a sit-down Filipino restaurant. Simple fold out chairs and tables are laid-out on one side of the room while the other side is left open for dancing. Karaoke is set-up on one corner and it looks as if one quarter of the restaurant is reserved for birthdays or large parties.
The food arrives and there's a lot of it. I thought the pork chops would be pan fried chops but I was way off. Instead, the pork has been sliced off the bone in bite-sized pieces. Then, they were heavily battered in something similar to KFC batter. Finally, they were deep fried to a golden brown. Anytime I see a unique dish like this, I always want to duplicate it.
I warn Rich not to eat too much because we need to save space for whatever we're doing. Can you imagine humping on a full stomach? Momma always told me not to play on a full stomach and everyone knows, Momma is always right. We save the rest for some late night grubbin'.
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