A Beach Story: Shells In The Water, Karmic Powers, And Dinner At Victory Restaurant
In my last blog entry (posted all of a few minutes ago :P), I said:
Next time: part two of the fun phone call, some thoughts on Michael Vick’s situation, and whatever else I can think of. Happy blogging!
As usual, that’s not happening.
Quick-hitters:
- I’m an idiot.
- My RAM (~$20 Micron/HP PC2-5300 DDR2), CPU (Athlon X2 4000+ Brisbane @ 2.1GHz), and PCI Controller Card (some Syba card) are all here! As soon as I get home, I will commence the new build! I’m so excited!
(Yes, call me a geek. I don’t care!)
- It is so hot here in MPK that I have a one-gallon bottle of ice, with a bit of water in it. Yes, normally, people drink out of a huge bottle of water, with some ice, but I decided to go in reverse. I love automatic ice makers.
- Trader Joe’s is absolutely evil. My sister found these Cinnamon Almonds, and we nearly downed the entire bag in about 20 minutes. Damn you Trader Joe’s *shakes fist*. Of course, we also got banana chips, those addictive veggie chips, and some pita chips. No, we did not finish that stuff yet; in fact, we haven’t touched the pita and banana chips.
- Fun fact: my sister was born the same year Elvis Presley died. I was born the same year the Compact Disc was born. Just sayin’.
- So we hit up the beach today, leaving my parents’ house at about 1:30, and not getting until around 3 (no thanks to the Trader Joe’s detour). The water was great (save for the tons of broken seashells that kept washing ashore), and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. For a day this warm (high 70s/low 80s at around 2pm), I was surprised to see so few people there.
(BTW, the next part might be rated PG-13 or worse. You have been warned.)
By the way, I made mention about my sister’s karmic powers in a previous blog entry. While wading in the water, I cracked a joke about her, and quickly started backpedaling…right into a huge wave that nearly knocked me down. A few minutes later, I mentioned a comic strip that Krunk sent me, supposedly depicting my feelings about the beach. Not to be outdone, I then cracked a joke about him–sort of a retaliation, if you will–and then turned around…right into a wave that crashed into me. It didn’t knock me down, but it hit me square…um…down there. I was bent over for a good minute or so.
Great…I must now fear the Krunk karmic powers too.
- After the beach trip, we stopped by Starbucks–I had to get an Arnold Palmer–and then we went to Victory Restaurant for dinner.
(Tangent: I could probably down five venti Arnold Palmers, a.k.a. Shaken Black Tea Lemonades, in one sitting too.)
Man…what the heck happened to this place? They gave us a single salad, to split among three people. I didn’t get any corn, and my sister didn’t get any veggies with her meal at all! And it took them about 15 minutes just to bring us our water! Well, at least the food was good, as usual: chicken steak with butter and a TON of garlic, chicken steak with black pepper sauce, and a half Cornish game hen. Oh, and their red rice…I don’t know how they make it, but that stuff is awesomely good.
- For my dad’s 70th birthday, we’re cooking a pot roast!
(I would have preferred a roast chicken, but that will do.)
Potatoes, carrots, and celery, oh my! I can’t wait!
More details tomorrow. I’m sleepy.