Blustery Sunday

[muckefuck]

monshu is in the other room doing his nails and watching Sisterhood of the travelling pants.

I can't imagine that anything in the next thousand words I'm about to write will be as amusing as that one sentence, but that's not enough to stop me from going ahead anyway. The weather is nuts today; we've had everything from full sun to a wind-driven downpour. The latter occurred right as I'd finished with my laundry and was preparing to go fetch some lunch; reconsidering, I settled on a bowl of instant seafood ramen squirreled away for emergencies. Then I noticed the expiration date of early 2005 and thought better of it.

By this time, the storm had died down to a straightforward rain, so I girded my loins and headed down the street to Riques. The smells in the hall gave me a hankering for fish--unfortunately, as it turns out, since the new owners make the tacos de pescado Baja with catfish a.k.a. the sewer rat of the aquacultural world. At least the queso con chorizo was tasty, although given the proportions it really should've been called chorizo con queso, but the best mouthful I had was easily the empanada de cajeta sliced and set out for snacking.

Comments

But is his hair in a turban?

[danbearnyc.livejournal.com]

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

What hair?

[danbearnyc.livejournal.com]

The turban to cover lack of same?

Re: But is his hair in a turban?

[bwillsouth.livejournal.com]

That, or rollers and a cleansing mask.

Re: But is his hair in a turban?

[danbearnyc.livejournal.com]

Avocado mask, cucumbers on eye. We have to keep that odd pastel green thing happening.

[areia.livejournal.com]

I was in the Starbucks in the Bridgeview Bank building most of the afternoon with the Uptown knitting group. The wind is always worse around that intersection, but for several minutes we actually got to watch rain move horizontally past the windows.