FIRST DAY OF THE YEAR
We got back last night from the house party around 3am. The party was already coming down so we figured we should leave instead of hanging around until we got kicked out.
As lunch approached, I explained to Rich that the first day of the year should have some kind of risk associated with it. It could represent that we are willing to try new things even if they turn out bad. What else is life for?
So Rich spent some time with the phone book and we decided we would head over to Chinatown for lunch. We had a place in mind - Mother's Korean BBQ. We sat down to a really authentic BBQ joint. You can always tell if a place is authentic when the place is full of foreigners (or whatever ethnicity the restaurant is supposed to be). In this case, there were a lot of Koreans. Another good sign was that they were young and old, so to me it meant that the restaurant didn't cater to any specific age.
We ordered some iced tea and went out for a smoke. Little did we realize that the waitress thought we had left. The owner came out (at least that's what he looked like) and apologized that the food would be delayed since they thought we had left. We said it was no problem at all and the next minute, the food had arrived. I guess that's what's called perfect timing.
We had bulgogi pork and grilled mackeral. But my favorite part is always the little side dishes of shredded, pickled or spiced vegetables. They cool down your mouth from the spiciness of the dishes and they are actually vegetables! I don't feel like I get enough vegies in my diet, so Korean meals are kind of cool.
After the late lunch, Rich and I stood around Chinatown and talked about relationships, the man and woman kind. "I guess what they say is true," he says, "Men think too much with their other brain and women talk too much because they have two sets of lips." We laughed and considered the truthfullness of this comment.
Rich hadn't seen a movie for a long time so he suggested we watch one. We went back home, rolled up a Euro-style jay with some has he had and then drove out to the Regal 18 right on Sahara, just a few minutes drive from his pad. We decided on Munich, the new Steven Spielberg movie. It was great, but don't watch it if you don't want to be depressed. That was one fucked-up movie. Do not take a date on this one unless she is a Jewish intellectual.
We got back last night from the house party around 3am. The party was already coming down so we figured we should leave instead of hanging around until we got kicked out.
As lunch approached, I explained to Rich that the first day of the year should have some kind of risk associated with it. It could represent that we are willing to try new things even if they turn out bad. What else is life for?
So Rich spent some time with the phone book and we decided we would head over to Chinatown for lunch. We had a place in mind - Mother's Korean BBQ. We sat down to a really authentic BBQ joint. You can always tell if a place is authentic when the place is full of foreigners (or whatever ethnicity the restaurant is supposed to be). In this case, there were a lot of Koreans. Another good sign was that they were young and old, so to me it meant that the restaurant didn't cater to any specific age.
We ordered some iced tea and went out for a smoke. Little did we realize that the waitress thought we had left. The owner came out (at least that's what he looked like) and apologized that the food would be delayed since they thought we had left. We said it was no problem at all and the next minute, the food had arrived. I guess that's what's called perfect timing.
We had bulgogi pork and grilled mackeral. But my favorite part is always the little side dishes of shredded, pickled or spiced vegetables. They cool down your mouth from the spiciness of the dishes and they are actually vegetables! I don't feel like I get enough vegies in my diet, so Korean meals are kind of cool.
After the late lunch, Rich and I stood around Chinatown and talked about relationships, the man and woman kind. "I guess what they say is true," he says, "Men think too much with their other brain and women talk too much because they have two sets of lips." We laughed and considered the truthfullness of this comment.
Rich hadn't seen a movie for a long time so he suggested we watch one. We went back home, rolled up a Euro-style jay with some has he had and then drove out to the Regal 18 right on Sahara, just a few minutes drive from his pad. We decided on Munich, the new Steven Spielberg movie. It was great, but don't watch it if you don't want to be depressed. That was one fucked-up movie. Do not take a date on this one unless she is a Jewish intellectual.
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