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September 3, 2005There are two things I am really enjoying today: my parents and my drugs. To celebrate our 16th anniversary of landing in America, we went to a restaurant called The Melting Pot. Well, we minus Slav, who is still out galavanting with his ATL boy Jeet and new college roomie big D. Way to be supportive of the family's survival in the new land. (Sike sike... If Jeet and big D wanted to hang out with me, I'm not sure I could pass it up either.)The Melting Pot is a fondue restaurant that immediately gave me That 70s Show style flashbacks to the fondue craze of that era. We got off to a rough start: waiting 30 minutes for a waiter. At the 30min mark my mother decided to take action and alert the hostess. Shortly thereafter, we got our waiter and a manager scurrying to make nice nice (ie the promise of a free dessert). They have the coolest little fondue pot holder (not a pot holder, but a vice-like thing with a top that screws down to cover the pot, reducing the chances of spilling hot cheese all over a customer). After the fondue portion of the meal came the entrees in a Shabu-Zen do-it-yourself style. Our waiter gave us instructions: 2min 15sec for the beef, 1min 45sec for the shrimp and salmon. At the end of the meal, the manager came by once again to make sure everything was quite alright, and I asked him this: if the waiters recommend minimum cooking times, what happens if you don't have a watch? I mean, we were lucky. Father comes equipped with wristwatch. But what of a poor soul who comes to dine sans timepiece? Why not insert a little clock or silent (perhaps blinking?) timer into every table or wall section? (Too expensive?) All Mr. Manager could say was that we have made this suggestion to corporate but they haven't been receptive. This past week was a disaster in the health and school departments. All the time I should have spent studying, I spent sleeping, which is good for me, but bad for my studies. Playing catch-up this weekend, but I was a little ahead at the beginning of the week, so it's not too bad. To speed up the process, and for smoother nights, I've been taking NyQuil LiquiCaps. Bold for my three ailments and two positive effects of the drug: sniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head fever sleep better to feel better medicine A conversation with my mother about NyQuil:
I think I am so funny. I can't count the number of times in the past month (or week) that I have said to my mom, "He is on crack." To which she replies, "Really? No. Stop." every single time. Talking about anything remotely drug or alcohol related is so much more fun when my parents are around, especially since they know how little experience (zero) I have with things like crack. Another great moment from earlier in the summer when my parents went out of town for a week. (as my parents are getting into the car) Is this at all funny if you haven't met my dad? I can't tell. Well, here's to 16 good years, and 16 more that are at least as good. That's all we can ask. |
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