My Big Fat Night
Vicky advised me to lay off the butter and steak. This is good advice. However, it would be considerably more difficult for me to lay off the Indian food. I've had it twice this week and the staff at Tandoor definitely knows me. They don't even ask me anymore how spicy I want it. "Medium, right," and they just proceed to ring me up. Then the guy who serves it says, "I know you can handle spicy!" and I nod sheepishly.
So after Cirrus and I had our Indian fix, we caught "My Big Fat Greek Wedding." Very amusing indeed. I appreciated the cross-cultural themes that transcend all nationalities. I could easily replace myself in some of those scenes -- images still to come in my life, of course -- and then retitle the whole thing "My Big Fat Chinese Wedding." In my version, however, lamb jokes would be shark's fin or duck jokes, and the embarassment of having fat and loud family would be modified to having loud family obsessed with karaoke.
Nia Vardalos is a charming, intelligent actress with very good timing. Cirrus and I did agree though that the movie was unrealistic. You will never, ever meet a man like John Corbett's character. He was romantic, whimsical, but above all: supremely understanding. Where will you ever meet a guy who isn't delusional and thinks that he deserves to be with some hot babe out of Maxim? Even though he can't pick up after himself, still whines to his mother, and brings his laundry home?
Gentlemen, think about that for a second, please.
Butter
I have a present fascination with butter. Today I went to the supermarket (late at night, while nobody was there) and stared, dumbfounded, at the butter section. There are so many varieties, and so many brands, and looking at it made me very hungry. All of this butter infatuation started because I bought some "Real Irish Butter" from VONS recently and have been living on a steady diet of buttered toast ever since. It's very creamy and rich, and lightly salted. When I finish this block of butter, I'm going to buy the Land-O-Lakes European Butter. (Is anybody surprised?) This time it's not a concerted attempt to be fashionable, it's because it's supposed to be creamier. Then I'm going to try the unsalted variety -- that should be creamier as well.
I also want to say that I really appreciate Alf's comeback on the 10-10-220 commercials. I mean, that sure beats Carrot Top on 1-800-CALL-ATT, right? I like that this advertising campaign brings Alf to a whole new generation. He ruled the 80's, and who knew that the alien life form could be resurrected almost 20 years later? Plus, he doesn't look like he's aged a day.
As a follow-up to the previous entry, today I did buy that steak I've been craving.
I wonder if the day will ever arrive when I stop talking about food and celebrities on this thing.
Bastards
Today Blockbuster video really let me down. I went in there looking for "America's Sweethearts" and if not that, the "North and South" mini-series from the 80's. You know, Patrick Swayze, Lesley Anne Down, Kirstie Alley... I really needed my Civil War fix because my old "Scarlett" tapes just aren't cutting it anymore. How much more of Joanne Whalley-Kilmer can I take?
I've decided, a la Vanity Fair, I will give titles to all of my friends. I will debut them in each Blogger entry.
Stefan O'Grady: The Cynic
In other news, my desire to eat a steak has never been more potent than this very moment.
Whew!
My fall semester Moot Court responsibilities are finally complete! I can now come up for air. At the closure of all the activities, what was I left with? A huge headache. Surprisingly, Excedrin did not make it go away.
I am starting to come to terms with my jealousy of J.Lo. A true sign that a friend has entered my inner circle is if he or she will routinely come to me with J.Lo Reports. "She was on Making the Video this morning... she said that she is marrying Ben Affleck... they debuted her new video...."
I also realized that my "love affair" with Indian food never ended. When the critical question "What should I eat?" arises, I consistently choose Indian whether or not I am conscious of how many times I've already had it that week. There is a great place on Friars Road called Tandoor I frequent, and I can get my mango lassi fix there, too. In times of desperate hunger but principled refusal to not succumb to the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, basmati rice fills the void.
After a week of unexpected roommate drama, the dust settled and I was slightly mollified by coming home to a very clean kitchen.
I did very well in the Moot Court competition. I exceeded my own (very low) expectations, and for that I am satisfied. I now have a couple extra bullets on my resume and the motivation to improve and outdo my own accomplishments.
As a reward for all the hard work, I may treat myself to a game of The Sims.
Deep Fried
I spent the weekend with Jose, Reyna, and Stella. It was tiring but incredibly fun.
Things I remember:
1. "Daniel Bedingfield has a crunchy face." "What does that mean, it's deep fried?"
2. "Come on dearie, show 'em what you've got!" (sung)
3. "95S for Stella, 195E for Eddie."
4. "Oh my God, why are they so ugly?"
5. "You're sassy and you know it!"
6. "I want to write a love letter to my boyfriend."
Images I remember:
1. Standing outside a bar, text messaging my name and phone number to a boy on the other side of the window, inside the bar.
2. Riding the T in a "ski bunny" outfit.
3. Riding the tram in a "recreational" outfit of pink velour.
5. Eating fabulous clam chowder, good pizza, lots of fried foods, Greek food, and Chinese-style calamari.
4. Laughing, laughing, laughing.
5. Enduring ghetto accents.
I am competing this week in an oral advocacy competition. I hope I do not tank.
