Last night Derek and I went out in China town. I never really go out in China town and I don't know why. I mean they have a Chinese McDonald's. We did not eat a the Chinese McDonald's though.
Instead we ate a Chinese restaurant with an identity crisis. The decor was a mix of tiki/tropical island/Italian vineyard (fake grapevines not pictured).
The menu was strictly Chinese though which is what we came for. And I still suck at using chop sticks. It's a special treat seeing me try, especially when I'm starving and trying to shovel food in my mouth and I get like three grains of rice left on my chop sticks by the time it reaches my mouth. The food that made it to my mouth was really good.
Anybody want to see a show in Quincy? I think the Asian Kim Kardashian will be there. Too bad, this Superstar event was on July 22nd.
We wandered around the Park Street area and ended up at a bar listening to an Irish bartender's thoughts on divorce.
"I plan on having 12 marriages behind me before I hit the grave."
They had some radio station from Cork playing in the background.
We stopped by one more bar in Davis and then headed to bed. But not before I got a half birthday present!
Happy half birthday to me! I'm officially 28 and 1/2. Good thing I reminded Derek about this all last week (I did not actually ask for anything, so the roses were a complete surprise). I hate having a February birthday because half the time my birthday plans get ruined by snow. This is why I like my half birthday much better. I suggest you do this as well is you're not satisfied with your actual birthday.
