'So, Cari... buy any pants today?' [Day 3 of the DC trip]

We went out for dinner last night in Adams Morgan (an area of DC with a lot of restaurants and bars). Half of the group went to an Ethiopian restaurant and the other 11 of us had Indian. We didn't have reservations, but they were still able to seat us all together at one table.

Amanda and I ordered a samosa (sort of a fried pie/dumpling thing with potato, peas and spices inside) each as appetizers, but they ended up being two each. I lurrrrve samosas and these were filling enough that I couldn't eat much of my entrée, much to the chagrin of the waiter and to everyone waiting for me to finish. I had a vegetarian combo with things whose names I've forgotten. One had potatoes and chickpeas, the other had lentils and spinach and they were accompanied by mixed vegetables in another sauce.

My new role in the group is money collector, which I do with pleasure and with an anal-rententiveness of money order and direction that is equaled only in Cheryl. I love to put the money in order - I'm just no good at counting it once I'm done. So we compiled a huge stack of cash and moved on.

Cari had kheer for dessert at the restaurant, an Indian rice pudding. When she ordered, I started thinking about kir, a French drink with white wine and crème de cassis. So when we stopped at a coffeehouse/bar called Tryst, I tried to order one, mostly just to see if I could. The bartender looked at my ID funny, bought my explanation and made me a kir, which he pronounced "kerr." I don't remember ever making a connection between kir and cough syrup, but this one was a bit like that. I don't know if the ingredients were wrong or the proportions were off or what. It was good on some sips and Sudafeddy on others.

I drank my kir and became convinced that I need to do a tailored Library and Information Science/Human-Computer Interaction degree instead of straight HCI. How else am I going to find a summer internship? I'm not qualified for anything.

After the bar, we were all exhausted and headed back to the hotel, trying to stay awake while we waited for our subway train. I made it back and collapsed into bed. Ah, the busy Spring Break lifestyle!

srah - Monday, 23 February 2004 - 11:00 PM
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gravatar Cheryl - February 25, 2004 - 12:16 PM -

I'm glad I've taught you something!

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