Monday, January 20, 2003
at 5:56 AMIs It Underneath The Willow Tree?
Jaclyn and her friends (Dana and C.J. by name) yesterday rescued me from my great lack of plans. Dana drove us all over the place looking for a restaurant upon which we could all agree appeared reasonably appetizing; we finally settled upon an Indian restaurant off of Westheimer.
Dana requested a menu, but instead the owner/waiter kindly walked us through the buffet line and explained what everything was. Being quite picky and ethnocentric, I felt mildly uncertain about the buffet, but I actually liked everything. As in, I went back for seconds.
Toward the end of the meal, the waiter chatted with us a bit, asking if we thought the food was too spicy. We giggled and explained we were all Texas natives. He understood.
I realized my work schedule for Saturday conflicts with the Saturday detention I rescheduled with Mr. Gregorski four times. Why does Herr Smith have to be such a tardy Nazi? I cannot call anyone to cover my shift, because I do not know anyone yet. Scheiss.
