homicide curry
October 22nd, 2005 @ 12:44 am | food, love | Post a CommentAndrew and I went on an old-fashioned date tonight. Well, I guess it wasn’t TOO old fashioned. I wore no makeup, a ratty ponytail, and flip flops and Andrew burped whenever he wanted. It must be Love.
We went to one of those every-kind-of-Asian places, which gets our vote as a V. Brilliant Idea. Andrew can order General Tso’s Chicken while he gags at my delicious array of sushi goodness.
Never one to pass up food with a little kick in it, Andrew had to forego the General Tso’s when he found something spicier he couldn’t resist: Suicide Curry. (I wonder how many men have ordered Suicide Curry just to Prove Their Manhood. My guess? A lot.) The curry arrived at the table looking normal enough, but a few bites in Andrew’s eyes were watering and his lips were swollen and bright red. It was then that I took the liberty to re-name the dish Homicide Curry. But because he is a Man, he ate nearly the entire thing.
It took a short trip to Cold Stone Creamery to cool things off post-dinner.
Then we walked across to the street to the historic Uptown Theatre to watch Good Night and Good Luck. For a couple of history and political nerds, we enjoyed the educational, docu-drama-ish, black and white flick.
And now I am home blogging and he is reading a book so nerdy that I am not allowed to disclose the title to the public. We really are quite romantic, aren’t we?
i’m really not sure you can call it a date if you didn’t wear makeup. not even mascara?
written by gibson
October 22nd, 2005 @ 11:55 am