I'm going to start off by telling you that, as I sat in traffic on Tuesday, I thought to myself, "Man, if I had three wishes right now, one of them would be to hear Nick Lachey's 'What's Left of Me.'" Not my proudest moment, I know. In fact, it's usually one of those things you'd just keep to yourself.
But then -- but then -- it came on the radio not 5 seconds later. This development, of course, led me to the logical conclusion that I only have 2 wishes left. Whoever my genie is, he decided at the absolute worst moment that Tuesday was the day my wishes would begin. God. Damn. It.
So, ever since then, I've been careful. I haven't wished for a lot of things that I usually otherwise would, like the ceviche at Cafe Citron to not taste like lime-marinated ass, or that I could be seven feet tall so I could reach that bottle of Grey Goose. I'll probably use one of my wishes on passing the bar without having to try very hard, seeing as my study habits currently consist mostly of eating really fattening foods and drinking excessively. They say that the fear of failing the bar prompts you to study like you've never studied before, but for some reason right now the only thing I have going for me is the irresistible urge to go out and sear some ahi tuna or cover my face in the caramel sauce on the French toast at Logan Tavern.
I'm not sure what the last wish would be. Most likely, it would involve money. I know, it's incredibly tacky and generic, but hey, as you've clearly seen from the above discussion, a girl's gotta eat. If I had some sort of system where I had a "minor" wish, like something I could just wish for without having to actually spend one of my two remaining wishes, it would be to have a week like I've just had. Guys, I had no idea that when I moved here, there'd be some of the best people from Austin here, too. It's like when the cast of "Friends" went to London. Same great people, new location, and ample opportunity to mock the British.
For example, tonight I drank caprinhas on J's rooftop and ate Ethiopian food with WG and J. Sidenote: combined with JH, having J here makes me feel like I have actual family here. Of course, I had to refrain from making the obvious jokes ("Do they even have food in Ethiopia?" "What am I getting there? Beans and tepid water?"). I didn't want to go to hell any faster than I already am, you know. It turns out that I'm a big fan of the cuisine. I'm convinced that there's even better Ethiopian food to be had, so I'm going to go to trusty Google to figure that out in the next few days. I like the concept of eating without silverware, off of one gi-mongous plate lined with spongy bread that everyone else shares with you. I think I might start doing that all the time. Except instead of one big plate for everyone, it will just be one big plate...for me. And spongy bread is great for absorbing sauces, which makes it an excellent medium for me to be carrying around in my day bag. You know, just in case I run into some mole, or curry, or, gosh, I don't know, some sauce I haven't even heard of yet.
In other news, the Iowa kids are turning out to be good fun, and it's been great hanging out with high school friends again in addition to the Texas people. I saw a truly horrendous movie this week, "Keeping Up With The Steins." If you really hate someone that you can't get rid of, buy them a ticket to the movie. I promise you they'll get the point and leave you alone. I mean, seriously, you know it's a bad movie when Neil Diamond shows up at the end to sing his rendition of "Hava Nagila," and you get excited. Even the sight of Jeremy Piven's abs didn't do enough to save this movie, and he has surprisingly good abs.
And lastly, I'm pretty sure I'm not going to pass the bar. See above.
Two comments:
1) They're "caipirinhas." Learn how to spell the drink correctly since it might be on the bar exam.
2) My favorite Ethiopian restaurant in the DC area (and I have been to many) is Addis Ababa. They used to be conveniently located on 18th St. but unfortunately made the move out to Silver Spring (8233 Fenton St.) : (
BUT, they now have a rooftop patio and the food combined with a warm summer evening makes the trek totally worth it. And if you want to sample some Cameroonian cuisine, I can give a rec.
Posted by: jt | Sunday, June 04, 2006 at 02:37 PM
ok, so my spelling of a brazilian drink wasn't so great. i'm not changing it though -- it's character-building.
Guess what? I totally know where Fenton Street is. Know why? My aunt's in Silver Spring. Holla!
Please do give the rec for Cameroonian cuisine. Also, please give info on inappropriate, obvious joke to make while there. Has there been any tribal infighting I should know about?
Posted by: yellowperil | Sunday, June 04, 2006 at 02:54 PM
w/r/t ethiopian food: i like zed's a lot; beats UN handouts. http://www.zeds.net/
Posted by: easternair | Sunday, June 04, 2006 at 05:11 PM
Cammie fare: Roger Miller, 941 Bonifant St. SS, MD. If you want safe and tasty, go for the grilled fish or jolof rice. If you are feeling daring and like food that is a little bitter, get the ndole. And if you are really an African woman trapped in an Asian's body, get the fufu and eru. I'm salivating right now, esp. for the piment sauce (pepper).
Inappropriate jokes? Hmm. Ask for Castel Beer. Then ask for Mutzig. Then ask for Satzenbrau. All they have is Heineken and Amstel.
Also, if you remember, leave your tip in cash b/c the owner doesn't pass cc tips on to the waiters.
Posted by: jt | Monday, June 05, 2006 at 12:52 AM