Where's the Vietnamese food?

You know how every once in a while certain events or smells or sights or emotions will all align and you'll feel like you were in a past epoch of your life. Well, I got that feeling today. Felt kind of like Fall of 2001, which minus the whole 9/11 thing was actually a really fun time. I don't know why it felt that way—maybe it's just getting colder, maybe it's that I'm doing things at work that I haven't done in two years, maybe it's the fact that I cooked a meal for someone for the first time in forever, or maybe I feel more in control of my life than I did last year. But it was a good feeling. And somehow, today just felt like a very happy day. I wonder if it's connected to food that I'm eating, or lifestyle routines or something. I've also thought that it might be connected to going to the temple last night. I don't know. Whatever the case, I felt like I got a lot accomplished at work, and I was actually enjoying doing documentation for once.

Anyways, I had a volleyball game at 6:00. That, too, was fun, though I kept feeling like I was letting the team down. I made all sorts of stupid errors. But I also had flashes of great plays, so I don't know. Maybe it'll all come back before our season is over. We lost in two games, by the way.

After that I rushed home and showered, and despite trying to hurry I still managed to be 15 minutes late to pick up Laura. I've really got to stop being late. We went to Café Saigon, which had absolutely no customers by the time we got there (about 8:00). A little 10 year old boy had to come from out back to give us the menus and get our drink orders. After a little while the mom came out for our orders. We had steamed spring rolls as an appetizer and then Laura had pho bo, while I had crunchy roast chicken. I'm a little upset at their menu. Besides the pho and the spring rolls, there's just not a lot that's authentically Vietnamese anymore. Anyways, Laura got her pho about 15 minutes before my chicken came out, so I had fun laughing at her as she tried to figure out how to eat with the spoon and chopsticks. She could only finish about half the soup. Then she watched me eat the chicken, which was okay, but not spectacular. Some other customers came in after a while, but it still felt like we had the restaurant entirely to myself.

Anyways, after that we went home and played a little fusbol and Dr. Mario. We went 1-1 on the fusbol, and my endless hours of Dr. Mario playing shone through there (I won every time despite being on level 10 to her level 3). She had to leave about 10:15 or so. I let her drive my car home (with me in it, of course)—this stemmed out of a whimsical conversation about her stealing my car.

Posted September 18, 2003 (11:25 PM) | Comments (1)