Sunday, February 12, 2006
Riceinfunnyplaces.com
Just a quick update to let you all know I AM still alive, and having fun on my little trip.
Last night we watched a couple of movies I hadn't gotten to see before, The Terminal with Tom Hanks and Intolerable Cruelty with George Clooney, both also with Catherine Zeta-Jones. They were good. I liked them.
This morning Damaris and I headed off to pick up my new darling baby Salazar the moped, armed with Mapquest directions (when will I LEARN?). It was a lovely day, but almost TOO sunny, as we had some trouble with glare when trying to read street signs.
After a certain amount of random driving, we decided to grab some lunch to fortify us for our continued quest. Naturally, we had no luck spotting a franchise of any of our preferred fine dining establishments. Eventually we were feeling a bit loopy from hunger setting in, so when I spotted a place called Wang's Gourmet in a strip mall called Sunset Strip, we just HAD to give in to our inner twelve-year-olds and try it.
It turned out to be a very attractively decorated little place, but not exactly thronged for Sunday lunch. When we went in, in fact, we were the only customers. (If you are ever looking for a place to eat in Littleton, Colorado, it's at 12 E Arapahoe Rd, right off S. Broadway.) They had something new on the menu I'd never seen, Peach Chicken, and you know what? It's GREAT! Kind of like lemon chicken, but with peaches and a little ginger.
So there we were, making jokes about Wangs and eating peaches, and we got off (HEE-HEE!) on the idea of making a website called Riceinfunnyplaces.com just to see if we got any hits to the site. Somewhere in the middle of this, a kind of strange couple came in, a woman with a pinched, sour face, trailed by a schmucky looking guy who might have been her son or her husband -- I honestly couldn't tell.
She gave her order to her dinner partner in a piercing voice, laying out exactly what she did NOT want in her chicken chow mein (which was 7/8ths of
the typical ingredients, as best as I could tell). Then she got up to find the restroom, but halfway across the floor seemed to think better of entrusting such a delicate and important task as ordering her food to the moron she came in with, so she repeated the whole thing loudly and abrasively to the server.
Eventually a third pair, two women about my age, came in to eat and were seated next to us. In the way you do, we lowered the sound levels another notch, but we were still laughing and having a pretty good time, as I always do when I'm with Damaris.
We were about halfway through the very good meal when I heard someone say, "They must be DRUNK!" I thought it was the women at the table next to us, and stopped what I was saying to listen. But they went chattering on, oblivious, and I figured the strange line was part of the story one was telling the other. I mean, how egotistical is it to think that strangers in a restaurant might be talking loudly about unremarkable YOU?
But then I saw that WeirdoWoman was storming across the floor. I remember thinking that was strange because they couldn't possibly have had enough time to finish eating. At the cash register, WW started waving her arms and loudly saying, "They're so RUDE! Cackling and HOWLING!" among other complaints. I looked around for these rude cackle-howlers and suddenly realized...it was US!
Except of course in the way it was totally not. I mean, yeah, we WERE laughing, but not nearly enough to be causing chips of paint to flake from the walls and glass to shatter. Plus, we were cracking some pretty silly and immature jokes, and we are both active parents, so we automatically tone down anything we don't want to have to explain to the Young and Innocent.
What I think is that this lady was a sister under the skin/fur to our old dog Sheila, who used to get very upset and bark hysterically whenever the other dogs tried to romp and play. We called her the Fun Police.
Damaris noted that the unflapped staff made them pay their bill anyway.
As you can imagine, we spent much of the rest of the day calling each other RUDE and objecting to cackling and howling of any kind.
We DID finally find the moped maker's house. He's a really nice guy, and demonstrated it for me and helped us load it and everything. I'm very excited about getting it home to try it out.
Unfortunately, about then Damaris started feeling kind of yucky, in the same way her husband Nigel had on Friday. So our trip was cut a little short and the journey back to her house was punctuated by several bathroom breaks. We were late enough getting back that I decided to stay up here in Brush tonight and go home in the morning. It meant Mike would have to miss school, but he bravely bit the bullet and agreed to make that sacrifice for the general good.
So if you have emailed me...I am away from my mail! I cannot reply yet! I will do it soon!
Anything else would be RUDE!
Last night we watched a couple of movies I hadn't gotten to see before, The Terminal with Tom Hanks and Intolerable Cruelty with George Clooney, both also with Catherine Zeta-Jones. They were good. I liked them.
This morning Damaris and I headed off to pick up my new darling baby Salazar the moped, armed with Mapquest directions (when will I LEARN?). It was a lovely day, but almost TOO sunny, as we had some trouble with glare when trying to read street signs.
After a certain amount of random driving, we decided to grab some lunch to fortify us for our continued quest. Naturally, we had no luck spotting a franchise of any of our preferred fine dining establishments. Eventually we were feeling a bit loopy from hunger setting in, so when I spotted a place called Wang's Gourmet in a strip mall called Sunset Strip, we just HAD to give in to our inner twelve-year-olds and try it.
It turned out to be a very attractively decorated little place, but not exactly thronged for Sunday lunch. When we went in, in fact, we were the only customers. (If you are ever looking for a place to eat in Littleton, Colorado, it's at 12 E Arapahoe Rd, right off S. Broadway.) They had something new on the menu I'd never seen, Peach Chicken, and you know what? It's GREAT! Kind of like lemon chicken, but with peaches and a little ginger.
So there we were, making jokes about Wangs and eating peaches, and we got off (HEE-HEE!) on the idea of making a website called Riceinfunnyplaces.com just to see if we got any hits to the site. Somewhere in the middle of this, a kind of strange couple came in, a woman with a pinched, sour face, trailed by a schmucky looking guy who might have been her son or her husband -- I honestly couldn't tell.
She gave her order to her dinner partner in a piercing voice, laying out exactly what she did NOT want in her chicken chow mein (which was 7/8ths of
the typical ingredients, as best as I could tell). Then she got up to find the restroom, but halfway across the floor seemed to think better of entrusting such a delicate and important task as ordering her food to the moron she came in with, so she repeated the whole thing loudly and abrasively to the server.
Eventually a third pair, two women about my age, came in to eat and were seated next to us. In the way you do, we lowered the sound levels another notch, but we were still laughing and having a pretty good time, as I always do when I'm with Damaris.
We were about halfway through the very good meal when I heard someone say, "They must be DRUNK!" I thought it was the women at the table next to us, and stopped what I was saying to listen. But they went chattering on, oblivious, and I figured the strange line was part of the story one was telling the other. I mean, how egotistical is it to think that strangers in a restaurant might be talking loudly about unremarkable YOU?
But then I saw that WeirdoWoman was storming across the floor. I remember thinking that was strange because they couldn't possibly have had enough time to finish eating. At the cash register, WW started waving her arms and loudly saying, "They're so RUDE! Cackling and HOWLING!" among other complaints. I looked around for these rude cackle-howlers and suddenly realized...it was US!
Except of course in the way it was totally not. I mean, yeah, we WERE laughing, but not nearly enough to be causing chips of paint to flake from the walls and glass to shatter. Plus, we were cracking some pretty silly and immature jokes, and we are both active parents, so we automatically tone down anything we don't want to have to explain to the Young and Innocent.
What I think is that this lady was a sister under the skin/fur to our old dog Sheila, who used to get very upset and bark hysterically whenever the other dogs tried to romp and play. We called her the Fun Police.
Damaris noted that the unflapped staff made them pay their bill anyway.
As you can imagine, we spent much of the rest of the day calling each other RUDE and objecting to cackling and howling of any kind.
We DID finally find the moped maker's house. He's a really nice guy, and demonstrated it for me and helped us load it and everything. I'm very excited about getting it home to try it out.
Unfortunately, about then Damaris started feeling kind of yucky, in the same way her husband Nigel had on Friday. So our trip was cut a little short and the journey back to her house was punctuated by several bathroom breaks. We were late enough getting back that I decided to stay up here in Brush tonight and go home in the morning. It meant Mike would have to miss school, but he bravely bit the bullet and agreed to make that sacrifice for the general good.
So if you have emailed me...I am away from my mail! I cannot reply yet! I will do it soon!
Anything else would be RUDE!
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