This evening i went out to dinner with my awesome friend Joanna, to a Tai restaurant that is embarassingly less than a minute away from my house. This was embarassing mostly because Joanna is a beautiful city socialite who lives in Cambridge and attends Harvard Law School, and she always look very sharp in a blouse and pants suit, and i took to dinner at a strip mall which also includes a liquor store and a Marshalls. On the way to the restaurant i appologized that we were going someplace so blatantly suburban, and she offered, "Well, as long as they have tables where we can sit." The fact that she is still my friend even as she suspects that i often take dinner while standing over the sink is proof that there is hope for me in heaven.
At the restaurant, the Tais played traditional music that featured the song by Whitney Huston from the body guard, and unfortunately i don't know what else featured on the mix because the CD got stuck at the end of the song and kept skipping back again and again, in a quiet way that no one noticed except us, so that throughout the hour no one bothered to hit the CD player and it was a constant background drone of: "And iiiiiiiiiii eeeeeee iiiiiiiiiiiiii eeeeeee iiiiiiiiiiiiii eeeeeeee iiiiiiiiiiii....."
Joanna had anouther party to attend after dinner, proving that she's so socially desirable that she has to organize her evenings to fit in as many friends as possible. That's because everywhere she goes everyone loves here. So much that they can't stop singing about it. eeeeeeeee iiiiiiiiiiii. eeeeeeeeeee iiiiiiiiiiiiiii.