frap

Man! Lately I have been having strange wacky dreams. And remembering them. Last night I dreamed that M Paszek was a distant cousin through Carl Elford. How weird is that?! And that it was the Christmas holiday and I forgot to get everyone gifts. ((Did you see last Christmas?! Not inaccurate at all...))

Maybe it was the moon last night! Did you see it? It was extra bright and impressive.

My crush for today:
Blueberries!!!

And last weekend I officially lost my title of loud and proud Wisconsinite. I got pummeled twice in pool at a bar with a terrifically bad bathroom and the word pig in it's name. I should have been right at home in my natural habitat. But I also ran into an old flashback, Erik Dean! My gawd, he's still slinging drinks! I joked that he was looking old, and he joked that we were still siblings.

And also an SF first happened. Legandary! The infamous towel necker-chief Tu Lan wok guru spoke...!!! To us! Took our order! And then actually served my partner in crime's dish. And commented again as he was serving it. I nearly died. Of course I got my favorite, number seventeen bun. I've actually scoured the city looking for something of similar quality.... but alas, Tu Lan's is the winner hands down. Reigning champion. I think it is because they hide a terrifically rowdy toot deep inside the imperial roll. In the middle of the night there's an enormous frap of the blankies causing the paint to sort of peel off the walls, but still, it's a small price to pay for number seventeen.

And the funniest line I heard last week:
"I feel overwhelmed..."
Hilarious!