is that theres people from all over the world here. which means theres food from all over the world.
the food that im most fascinated by currently is philippine food. specifically hollywood philippine food.
usually i get tricked into one of these magical places because from the outside they look like $1 per item Chinese places in that they have the buffet style pans of crap with the heat lamps drying everything out, a crazy woman sitting on a stool waiting to serve you, and a mexican chap in the back with an apron listening to the clipper game on the radio.
i like philippine places like this because its almost like an adult lemonade stand: people just can believe that youre buying something from them, and when you do they always smile and smile and sometimes they’ll even shake your hand.
today they told me that i was parked in a red zone.
i was all, its karisas car, if she doesnt get a ticket a week the dmv will worry that shes dead.
one thing you can count on in philippine restaurants like this is you wont be able to recognize a damn thing other than the fried rice. call me nuts, but i like that. and youre bound to see a tray with an entire fish or two laying there with a slice of onion on it or a wedge of lemon or something unbelievably random like a hunk of sweet potato or some shit.
your best bet is not to ask what things are, it’ll just terrify you.
is that deep fried?
yes, its turtle.
today i got little squares of beef with swirls of onions, fried rice, and little cubes of pork with sweet sauce on it.
they were all very nice and it cost me less than four dollars.
tonight last nights girl wants me to come back over to spend the night again. apparently whatever it was that i did deserves an encore.
am i gay if i just want to stay home tonight, watch the lakers, and work on this novel?
if you saw this babe youd say yes tony, youre gay. and then youd step on my toe.
i went over there yesterday primarily to see her, of course, but also to do my laundry. besides being beautiful shes also very rich and has a washer and a dryer back by her poolhouse. but i only got one load done, and that one barely, so this morning i had to leave my stuff at her place and go to work.
have you noticed that my job really gets in the way of my life?
smart as this girl is, i dont think she understands that im not the kickass writer that she thinks i am. i just cant sit in her den and knock out pages for the novel with a snap of the fingers.
i need all my stuff around me.
i need the stereo on with the right music. i need the tv on. i need a few virgins fumbling with their restraints wondering if they will be sacrificed that night. i need my diet dr pepper because i probably am gay.
i need my thinking cap. i need my special rum. i need my munchies. and i need to be focused.
and there is nothing about this hot young woman that allows me to be focused on anything other than her.
i have to shower now and head on over there.