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June 30, 2000 |
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Okay, confession time. I'm not writing this entry on June 30th. I know
you're thinking… Well, duh! It hasn't been June for a while.
There are still many things that I want to write about and I hope to have
caught up one of these days, but for now, I'll simply have to play
catch up.
One of my brilliant ideas was to write what I'm going through now and also
try to write about some of the things that had happened before for some of
the older entries. So, if you happen to see a sudden surge of entries,
you'll know what happened.
I tell you this because I care, and wouldn't want to get you all turned
around.
Meanwhile, I've felt that I've been splitting myself thin among all the
things I do. I haven't been working out as frequently and have been
slowing gaining the weight that I had worked so hard to lose. I've been
neglecting this journal. I haven't been spending enough time with Magic. Of course, you folks know what I've been up to,
there's no fooling you guys. I'm sure the journal helps though.
Pam and I had plans for dinner. In fact, I suggested we go to Tony Roma's for ribs. I remember a number of years ago when I first got here, I was having dinner with Anil, one of my friends from school who was doing an internship up here at the time. We had dinner at Tony Roma's one Thursday night. The reason I remember it was a Thursday is because this is one of the days where he couldn't eat meat. He is (Eastern) Indian and it had something to do with his culture. As a sort of joke, he filled out this birthday club card with my name and information and submitted it. They would give you six dollars off your meal for your birthday (once on your birthmonth actually…).
To this day, I still get those postcards in the mail. And every year, I make a point of going to Tony's for my birthday. It's not the money; really in the grand scheme of things, six dollars is inconsequential. It's a tradition, a little like putting up a Christmas tree. I go to Tony's for my birthday, and I remember my first summer in Seattle with my friend, Anil.
I was running a little late and was afraid that we wouldn't make it before they closed. I did call them though; they closed at 11pm. Finally, a place on the Eastside that didn't close at an obscenely early time. Thank you.
I drove across the 520 bridge to pick up Pam from her place… only to drive back immediately to the Eastside. If you have wondered if it might've been easier for her to drive across the bridge to meet me there, you may be right under normal circumstances. I could elaborate, but I won't… it is fairly complicated.
This may be a bit tough to believe, but this would be the first time that Pam has been to Tony's. Not that I think that there's a Tony's around every corner, but she has lived in at least four different states. I figured that she must've had a meal at a Tony's at some point, but apparently she hasn't.
The food was good as it always is. I occasionally make the mistake of ordering too many ribs. Every time I do it while with Len, he gives me the raised eyebrow and warns me, but I typically ignore him. The ribs were good. I had the Carolina Honeys, while Pam had the original babybacks. They have pretty good salads, not quite as good as the Outback, but still pretty good. They croutons are not as oily though, and just the right crispness, which is the key to a good salad. Also very important, they use iceberg lettuce.
Okay, I only have one word for you people who happen to think that romaine lettuce is better than iceberg lettuce… Snobs! Really, for me, the lettuce adds a crispness to the salad, iceberg lettuce accomplishes this much better than romaine lettuce. The fact that it is cheaper is a bonus.
Pam did order a drink… a lemon drop, which they seemed to make well. Very cold and with a nice tartness.
The service was mediocre though, they brought out the half loaf of onion rings during the meal and only because we reminded them and once the check came, we had to double check and remind them of the six dollar birthday coupon. I used to wait on tables during my college days. I'm not sure if this makes me more critical or more forgiving towards other waiters and waitresses. In either case, I wasn't particularly impressed today. I still tipped them pretty well, waiting on tables is a tough living.
June 30, 2000