today, for D's birthday, we took him to pizza antica at santana row. the pizza was very blah. small, thin and expensive. i brought blue and white candles, but he didn't order a slice of chocolate (he LOVES chocolate) cake. and the waitress (she looked cool, had tattoos and cool glasses) hated me. first, i said really loudly, twice, that the bruschetta was weird (i mean, what bruschetta has beets, watercress and walnuts?), and she overheard me, and then, i asked for another plate because mine had toothpaste on it, and then, i asked for dessert menus and then said that we weren't going to be ordering dessert. ugh. in the middle of it all, i mentioned that she was going to spit in my food, and she happened to be right behind me. ugh.
when i said the bruschetta was "funky," she mentioned that they had the more "normal" stuff, with capers, cheese and salmon. so we ordered that instead. it was delicious. although, we only got three pieces at $9.50. WOW. but still, it was damn tasty. afterwards, we went to pinkberry and kara's cupcakes. after we came back, i pulled out a candle, lit it, and sang "happy birthday" to D very quickly, and he blew out the candle before any of the sprinklers came on. see? i'm a great friend to have. :)
my hands are very cold right now. i wonder if i'm developing bad circulation.
i busted open the package of medjool dates that my dad bought at safeway two weekends ago. they're supersweet. unfortunately, they're not pitted, to eating them is a bit of a pain. i was shocked to find out that they're 140 calories for two of them. that's so much sugar! no wonder my coworker V calls them "energy food." he eats them after he goes out for a run. i offered him three of them on a napkin after i opened the package. he was happy.
the facilities guy J stopped by my cube today. i offered him one of my kara's cupcakes. he seemed really touched. he refused it at first, but i insisted. after all, when he went back home to mexico, he brought me back a bottle of tequila, so this was the least i could do. i like J. we chatted a bit in my cube, and i asked him where the best carnitas in the bay area was. he said that it's this place called "trejo" in watsonville. damn, watsonville? that's far! but he said it was so good, he made a slurping sound. shit. i gotta go there some time then.
my dumps have been very low-volume lately. i still take them every morning after i wake up and have my first cigarette of the day, but these past few days, they've only been a few little soft nuggets. i'm not sure what's happening. is my body absorbing more food more normal? i don't think i'm eating less, because i'm not losing weight. *ponder*
i'm not playing basketball tomorrow. my lower calf and achilles area is still sore, and it still hurts to walk. so there's definitely no way i can run. so instead, i've got plans to eat with mikeT at giovanni's. yes, that's pizza, again. after today's disappointment at antica, i want some good, filling pizza for once. i haven't been to giovanni's in a long time, so i'm looking forward to it.
speaking of disappointments, last night's _fringe_ was a letdown. they're not advancing the plot of The Pattern, and instead, the past two episodes (ever since they've come back from their hiatus) have been standalone, freak science episodes that have nothing to do with the overall plot or conspiracy. what gives? i hope this show gets better. this reminds me of _the x-files_, where some episodes are about singular events, and others have to do with an overall storyline.
so it seems everyone's buzzing about susan boyle, this woman who was on _britain's got talent_ who wowed everyone with her rendition of a _les miserables_ song. apparently, people (mainly girls) were brought to tears when they saw her sing. i don't know les mis, so i wasn't so moved. but anyways, she's this funky looking 47-year-old woman who's never been kissed and lives alone in a village with a cat named pebbles, but she sings amazingly. when she came on stage, people thought she would suck, but she just blew everyone away. good for her.
so here's a profile text (the entire thing) that i found online. it's from a woman who graduated from college, and what's even crazier, she is a TEACHER:
"iam women who gos to church and to bible study and looking for a nice men who would get marry"
wtf? this woman teaches children? no wonder america's education system sucks! i just don't understand. if this woman writes like this, how did she ever get into college in the first place? how did she become a teacher? i am completely, absolutely befuddled. i mean, the misspelling is one thing, but if you write the way you talk, then who talks like this? it's stupefying! (fyi, this woman isn't an asian fob or anything. she is african-american. i took a class at stanford in african american vernacular english, and this is not it.)
i am getting bored of _american idol_. the only performance worth watching is adam lambert's. even anoop, with his balladeering, is starting to annoy me. i just want the show over with, to see adam get crowned, and then i can shift my attention to _sytycd_. that's a much better show anyway. did anyone notice that nigel lythgoe is no longer an executive producer of AI this season?
ok, time for a smoke, and i think i might eat a banana before dinner at the office.