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Ryan’s birthday party.
Ryan’s birthday party.
Welcome to the first post of 2006. So many things have happened to me in this year, that I’ll toss them out in random order, maybe they’ll be funny, and maybe you’ll get bored. Who knows. First, Nils is in Norway - he’s overseas along with many people I know (for example: Emily, Emily, others). He called the experience “once in a lifetime” complete with backpacking Europe later in his 7 month stay, and total immersal in Norwegian culture and general Norwegianess. This type of horizon and world-view-expanding activity strikes me as extremely desirable for the complete college experience. While I am unable to partake at this point in my existence and for the forseeable future, I plan at some point to do some real traveling. It would break my routine-building tendencies, show me things I’ve never seen before, and make me a more interesting life-experiency type father. “Let me tell you what the Cathedrals of France look like at sunset” is generally more interesting than “let me tell you about the Saint Paul skyline at sunset” but not necessarily as practical as “if you use the correct attachment on the wrench, removing the oil filter doesn’t have to be that difficult.”
Last night saw dinner at the India Palace in Roseville. Just a thought: if future Alex goes to the India Palace and is fortunate enough to check the website, do not get the chicken with spinach sauce. While it was flavorful in a leafy green vegetable sort of way, really all I could taste was the salt. This means, then, that I had salted chicken and rice for dinner. Note to self: you could whip that up for yourself, self. Thus, self, and anybody reading this looking for India Palace recommendations, when you eat chicken at the India Palace, go with the Chicken Josh! You’ll love the creamy yogurt based sauce and the selectable spice level; it all blends perfectly with the long grain white rice.
On the way to Khan’s, this Chinese noodle buffet thing where you assemble your dish and then watch them cook it. Very cool. Plus they had a big loud gong.
Edit: Picture taken by Mykala. :)
La Grolla - Our next date? Classic Italian: “In a grand old setting that is both opulent and cozy, friends clink glasses over delicious food like the Capesante “spider”: scallops wrapped in angel hair pasta … “
What happens when you got to Cupcake but miss the shot of the store? You take a blurry night shot!
In-N-Out Burger - Probably the best chain to get a burger at in the entire nation.
A wonderful anniversary dinner (live music Thursdays through Saturday nights!). Lovely summer evening.
I can’t decide if I love or hate this picture: ugly or cool?
As for life around here, the dryers still don’t dry, I still like Mykala, and cereal is still the best option at the Binz. This past weekend more than made up for that “food thing,” though. Since one can only handle so many creative interpretations of the fish stick Friday nights at the Binz, me, Mykala, Emily, and Markoe (Markoe, Ryan) headed out to Chino Latino. That was really good, and by really good I mean very flavorful and also a completely new dining experience. Alex + urban specialty restaurants have, until this point in time, not had any type of relationship. This past Friday, though, I had calimari, edamame, and mussels (in a coconut curry sauce) for the first time in my short tenure here on Earth. Markoe paid for the entire thing before anyone could stop him — I felt like a slob, so I plan on losing money in his room sometime. Anyhow, all of it was very very good (especially the edamame, which let you choose how much salt you wanted, as it was on the outside of the pods of soy … soypods?).
Permission to recount yesterday in its entirety? Permission denied? Hmm. Sorry, I guess I will have to risk court marshal on this one.
My sister’s commencement exercises, my birthday, and the Dashboard Confessional concert all happened to fall on the same day. In the morning, I dragged my sorry carcass out of bed and ran off to the gym to squeeze in a quick workout. Running down the stairs back to the car, I noticed I had shaved five (5!) minutes off of my usual hour and forty-five regimen. I sarcastically congratulated myself with an “Oh yay me” as I put some rubber down on the road.