the Progressive Dinner
On Sunday the 14th I arrived home and was welcomed by a darkened house. I knew all my roommates and friends had run off to do fun things all over the metropolitan area, it was impossible to get ahold of them and to make matters worse the sliding door had been left open so I had no idea what manner of nasty things had snuck in. Even though I was afraid of locking the criminals inside with me, I shoved the heavy, glass door shut and shot the bolt and then scampered quickly to my bedroom and made a thorough inspection of the closets. They appeared to be in order and so I moved back to the bedroom door to try and decide whether or not I should lock it too. At this point I was worried that I was going insane. Yes. So I sucked it up, left the door cracked to help with noise detection and crawled into my safe, soft bed. This is how my Eskimo found me; wallowing in self-pity and just a leetle scured. i was hungry too. hehe. So we tried on several hundred different outfits, actually only i did because Brenda looked cute in her first outfit but nothing would match with my new brown suede shoes until i searched through Julieta's drawers and found a cute little brown shirt with pink sequins and we were ready to head out. So my faithful COYOTE had heard of a place that has the "best spring rolls ever" and we set off to look for a furniture store with a circle sign. Yes. Confusing to some maybe but we were prepared.
As we drove down Brookhurst from Anaheim to Garden Grave I realized that I was lucky to be living in Anaheim, it does get scarier, this was worse than the helicopter circling our house every night looking for the same thing as the SWAT team around the block. At least we think so, never got up the guts to leave past curfew, walk past the drug house and the garden crazies to ask what was up. Right so back to dinner. We finally made it to little Vietnam and found our way to a little restaurant with people inside and the CLOSED neon sign guarding the entrance. We sat for awhile, our headlights pouring light into the dark little place and I was personally relieved not to have to eat there. Eskimo’s are very tenacious, bubbly creatures who are not deterred from their missions and upon spotting the Lee’s Sandwiches across the way she pointed me on to our new goal. Gourmet Vietnamese Deli Food. I got a sandwich for $1.75. WOW. Besides being the best most interesting sandwich I’ve ever eaten I was more than impressed with the price, I spent more on gas getting there than eating but the sides left much to be desired. Shredded pork wraps with green and purple puddings were immediately ruled out and instead we drove across the street and picked up the extra extra large super slippery mc-e-dee’s fries. Yum. TREAT! And then headed to the bubble tea café where we were going to consume our yummies.
We arrive at the Bubble tea haven and not surprisingly I was the only non-asian, except for the token Eskimo and thanks to her sweet smile we got to bring our food inside. We just started to eat when all the sudden the boy who had recommended the CLOSED restaurant walks in with his little friend. Unfortunately their names escape me, as usual. And after a nice little chat, the little one didn’t know who I was so there was the potential for awkward pauses and the like but fortunately he unabashedly blew right through all of the niceties and they departed. I breathed a sigh of relief. I had managed to behave myself and smile sweetly through everything. It got worse... We finished up our food with pleasant conversation, a few choice people watching specimens, said our good-byes and headed out to the car only to be stopped as we tried to open our doors by another car pulling up. It was crammed full of boys and the first one that stepped out said, “hi.” All week I had put up with cat calls on campus and strange people driving up to try to get me to jump in and I was all leetle fed up with boys in general so instead of being polite I yelled across the car to my Coyote, “DO WE KNOW THIS GUY?!” She stared at me, smiled and said, “yes. He’s a brother.” But no no. I was not to be deterred. I looked at him and repeated, “do I know you?” and made him tell me his name several times. Ahk. Mortification. I still can’t remember it, although I’m sure Brenda does. So they’re all staring at me, all the boys that is and as I opened my door I leaned towards their car and informed them that it was safe to get out now, I was leaving. Yes. That bad. As we sped away towards our safe haven my Eskimo and I laughed a fit to kill. The perfect ending to a perfect meal.
As we drove down Brookhurst from Anaheim to Garden Grave I realized that I was lucky to be living in Anaheim, it does get scarier, this was worse than the helicopter circling our house every night looking for the same thing as the SWAT team around the block. At least we think so, never got up the guts to leave past curfew, walk past the drug house and the garden crazies to ask what was up. Right so back to dinner. We finally made it to little Vietnam and found our way to a little restaurant with people inside and the CLOSED neon sign guarding the entrance. We sat for awhile, our headlights pouring light into the dark little place and I was personally relieved not to have to eat there. Eskimo’s are very tenacious, bubbly creatures who are not deterred from their missions and upon spotting the Lee’s Sandwiches across the way she pointed me on to our new goal. Gourmet Vietnamese Deli Food. I got a sandwich for $1.75. WOW. Besides being the best most interesting sandwich I’ve ever eaten I was more than impressed with the price, I spent more on gas getting there than eating but the sides left much to be desired. Shredded pork wraps with green and purple puddings were immediately ruled out and instead we drove across the street and picked up the extra extra large super slippery mc-e-dee’s fries. Yum. TREAT! And then headed to the bubble tea café where we were going to consume our yummies.
We arrive at the Bubble tea haven and not surprisingly I was the only non-asian, except for the token Eskimo and thanks to her sweet smile we got to bring our food inside. We just started to eat when all the sudden the boy who had recommended the CLOSED restaurant walks in with his little friend. Unfortunately their names escape me, as usual. And after a nice little chat, the little one didn’t know who I was so there was the potential for awkward pauses and the like but fortunately he unabashedly blew right through all of the niceties and they departed. I breathed a sigh of relief. I had managed to behave myself and smile sweetly through everything. It got worse... We finished up our food with pleasant conversation, a few choice people watching specimens, said our good-byes and headed out to the car only to be stopped as we tried to open our doors by another car pulling up. It was crammed full of boys and the first one that stepped out said, “hi.” All week I had put up with cat calls on campus and strange people driving up to try to get me to jump in and I was all leetle fed up with boys in general so instead of being polite I yelled across the car to my Coyote, “DO WE KNOW THIS GUY?!” She stared at me, smiled and said, “yes. He’s a brother.” But no no. I was not to be deterred. I looked at him and repeated, “do I know you?” and made him tell me his name several times. Ahk. Mortification. I still can’t remember it, although I’m sure Brenda does. So they’re all staring at me, all the boys that is and as I opened my door I leaned towards their car and informed them that it was safe to get out now, I was leaving. Yes. That bad. As we sped away towards our safe haven my Eskimo and I laughed a fit to kill. The perfect ending to a perfect meal.
posted by Grace S at 5:27 PM
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bravo! I love every bit of it!
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