…because when you’re a grown up, you have to step outside your comfort zone of plain american-ish food.

I like my plain cheese pizza, thank you very much.

Anyway, so we (nathan and I) went on a little culinary adventure this weekend. Saturday night we had Thai takeout. Nathan has previously had Thai food. Nathan loves Thai food, particularly pad thai. So we ordered. I got Chicken Garlic and it was okay. Not my favorite, but I didn’t hate it, either. You have to realize, for me, that’s impressive for a new food.

Nathan got thing dish called Yaki Soba Noodle.

The first thing I noticed is that it smelled like a barn. Not just some old, abandoned barn either, but a barn that’s being used. And by being used, I mean a barn with horses, cows, goats, sheep, chickens and pigs all in there. That’s what it smelled like.

Now, Nathan seemed to like it. So I figured, what the hell, I’ll try it.

I tried it.

Not only did it smell like a barn, but it tasted how a barn smells.

Barn Thai.

Then came Sunday and we hit up an Indian buffet. The restaurant itself was fantastic. The service was exceptional, the owner a great guy, the atmosphere very low-key, and the interior design quite nice. But… I didn’t like anything on the 28 course buffet.

Well, the naan bread was okay and the cucumber salad wasn’t bad.

But other than that, nothing. I even wanted to like it because the place was so relaxing and the people so damn nice. But nothing doing. I can’t remember any of the dishes we actually had (nathan liked all but one thing on the buffet) but I know we didn’t have tikki marsala, which is apparently everyone’s favorite.

So we’ll go back. I mean, the owner? He really was that nice. As was the restaurant.

For pete’s sake, I think I’ve got another sinus infection. To top that off, there was a fencing tournament this weekend and I didn’t get to play. I did, however, get to take some photos:

…and you can see all the rest of ‘em here.

GGKaren: “What’s the difference between a sofa and a couch?”

Me: “Spelling.”

Because it unnerves him, sometimes I’ll look over at nathan and just… look. And not say anything. Then he’ll start asking questions.

Today he stayed silent right back until he says, “You want to jump me, don’t you.”

And I said, “No. And you aren’t a jedi.”

I’m not sure which disappointed him more, that I didn’t want to jump him or that he’s not a jedi.

Levesque told me tonight that I’m her voice of reason.

I think I need prior warning of that shit so I can make some sort of attempt to be reasonable.

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