I decided to go with a light sandalwood set, full 108, wrapped around my left wrist, strung on a deep purple cord. This went with a black knit pullover my sister got me for Christmas, a pair of jeans, and black loafers. Since it was a bit cold in DC, I wore a black leather coat. No Arafat scarf.
I’m not a monk, I just play one on TV…:5yinyang:
… can you buy me a set of beads, need one because my friend lost my set.
Dood, the biggest set I have could be used as a improvised chain weapon.
ponders
That gives me an awesome idea…
Sure, you can pick them up at VASCON.:tongue2:
Reports of my exploits :5grouphug were greatly exagerrated.
yo dude.
i’m giving up sex, masturbation, every type of mind altering substance including alky, junk food, beer, late nights and pretty much everything fun for this tournament.
so… vascon is but another of the sacrifices that must be made.
Proving even more that you talk about things you do not understand.:XXsunsmil
Christine says hi.
which christine… and that’s an awkward transition.
mentioning a female after i say i’ve given up women.
The one from NYC who we went out with a couple times when I visited
mentioning a female after i say i’ve given up women.
I have my ways.
oh yeah korean, columbia sorority girl. tell her i said hi too.
does someone want to play the devil and tempt the anointed one? or get hit in the head again?
You’re gonna have to come to VASCON if you wanna punch me in der face…
But hey, you wouldn’t hit a guy wearing robes, would ya?
A bit disco, but nothing you can’t remedy with a light wool 3/4, and brown or, dare I say, oxblood wingtips.
It’s way older than that, but I haven’t seen the movie…
If so, the Hollywood writers’s strike has been going on longer than we all knew.
So as I’m walking out the temple gate, these two stoner kids walk up.
Stoner #1: Duuuuude…is this like…the Buddhist temple?
BG: Uh…yup. thinking I’m going to be late
Stoner #1: So…what do you guys do here?
Stoner #2: Yeah…do you guys like…meditate n’stuff?
BG: Uh…yup.
Stoner #1: Do you like…do kung fu?
BG not wanting to spend 20 minutes explaining the development of martial arts in China and their influence on the the arts in Korea: Something like that…
Stoner #1: So…
BG: Martial arts classes are Monday/Wednesday/Thursday/Friday at 7pm, and Saturday at 10. Beginner’s Dharma class is Tuesday at 7. Services are at 11am on Sunday, and Morning meditation is Monday through Friday at 4am.
Stoner #2: 4am? Duuuude…
BG: Yeah. Listen guys, I gotta run…
After getting out of there and picking her up at her place (and meeting her mother…AWKWARD!) we spent half an hour fighting DC rush hour traffic to arrive at Marrakesh. We met friends for dinner, which was absolutely amazing. This joint is definitely going on my list. We began with a bottle of Morrocan red, cutting through the awkward “what do we talk about phase” quite well. While we enjoyed our drinks, we were treated to a half an hour long performance by an amazingly talented belly dancer. One of the young ladies we were with started learning how to belly dance last year, so she was quite enthused with this.
Discussion turned to women and dancing, two of my favorite subjects, and the ladies were nearly incredulous when they learned I had never been to a strip club.
Our water, Yusef, brought out a pitcher and basin so we could wash our hands. This was followed by the first course, a plate of vegetables along with bread. For those who haven’t had Moroccan, you eat with your hands., The vegetables were cooked eggplant in a tomato based sauce, carrots with coriander, and seasoned cucumbers and green peppers. The eggplant was all right, I am not a fan of cooked carrots, but the cucumbers & peppers were to die for.
We ordered a Moroccan white wine, since in addition to vegetables the first couple courses were chicken based. It was very good, not too sweet, with a bit of a bite at the end. A pie made of chicken, rice, and filo dough came out next, piping hot, but very delicious. The nuts complimented the meat, and scopping it up in your hand and shoveling it your mouth was a gastrogasmic experience.
Yes, I invented that word.
The next was a whole chicken cooked with oil, lemon juice, and olives. This was possibly my favorite course. It was delicious, and I found myself wishing for more bread to sop up the juices.
The following course was lamb cooking in nuts and honey. I don’t think anyone at the table enjoyed this as much as I did. The lamb literally dripped off the bone, it was so delicious. Evidently in Moroccan cuisine they don’t trim the fat, and that I don’t mind at all…
The third course was couscous, which was…well…couscous…
For dessert, the brought us a basket of fruit and nuts, followed by baklava and sweetened mint tea. The tea was so good.
After dinner, we planned on going to Fado, and Irish Pub in Chinatown (only in DC…), but one of the young lady’s ID expired, and the bouncer wouldn’t let her in. Luckily, she still had a fake from the year before when she was underage, so we went next door to some place that wasn’t Irish but had a good import beer selection. I enjoyed an Ayinger doppelbock while giving the girls ideas on what shooters they wanted. Cue Italian Surfer, Liquid Cocaine, and an Acid Cookie. At this point, the other gentlemen decided…they were tired?!? and left me with my date…and her four friends…
Wow. Karma really is a bitch.
The ladies decided they wanted to dance, so we went out to McFadden’s on Pennsylvania. Since I was driving, I had decided not to drink, but my date insisted she buy me one more, since I’d paid for dinner and bought the girls a round of shots. I ordered a shot of Jack from the bartender, just in time for some random girl to walk up and puke all over the bar.:jerk:
Dancing ensued, a drunk guy pushed one of the girls against the bar, which resulted in a random moment of practical Zen, more dancing ensued, the girls decided to practice chair dancing to the amusment of the bouncers, more dancing ensured, a couple of the girls got tired, and we called it an evening.
Thank God no one showed up for practice this morning.
dude… get a job with Zagat
Dude I used to write a weekly column for L3.
Blow me before I 54 step on your face.
Nice on Errant 
Its amazing how you spoke about every meal course with so much detail. A girl would have described the date in terms of your reactions, what you did, how you looked at her etc. etc.
A good observation, Lily. I doubt the average male reader of L3 would be interested in any romanic observations, and besides, a gentleman never tells…