Too Cute for Japan ^-^

Living at home with a minimal amount of friends around me has definitely made me more independent. Not that I wasn't when I was in college but I for sure do a lot more things alone these days than I normally have done in the past. For example, seeing Harry Potter, eating out, going to get coffee, reading David Sedaris at bookstores because I refuse to buy books when they are there to be read for free, sex, etc.

It is no surprise to me, however, that when I woke up this morning with an amazing hangover, that my solution was to drive down to a little chinese restaurant called Pei Wei (you probably haven't heard of i,t it's really underground) and eat some beef and rice as a cure. Now, I don't know if you, mistress reader, have ever woken up hungover and still drunk at the same time, but for me personally, it causes me to speak in a very drawn out, raspy, slurred sort of speech that probably makes everyone I come into contact with assume that I am either high, or brain damaged. And the latter is probably entirely true.

So this jaunt to Pei Wei followed an hour spent on my couch, not moving my head, watching the second half of Hook. I really don't know whether it was the remaining alcohol in my bloodstream, the pounding headache, or what...but I have never been so invested in a movie before. I cried. God, did I ever cry. I cried when he flew, I cried when Julia Roberts got huge in that bubblegum princess dress and kissed Robin Williams, I cried when Rufio died, I cried when Maggie Smith said "Boy, why are you crying?" I cried, cried, cried, cried ,cried. Am I embarrassed? Yes, 100% and yet here I am writing about it. Get at me. And I'm sorry, this is one of my top three favorite films of all time but good God, Robin Williams just looks creepy in that Peter Pan outfit. Could they not have done away with the tights? Were they absolutely necessary when no one else in the entire movie was wearing any? Come on Spielberg.

So I arrive to Pei Wei, still partially intoxicated, and proceed to try and bargain with the counter girl on my meal. Something like,

Me: Look...I just want Mongolian beef in a rice bowl, just hook it up."

Girl: Um...I'm sorry sir, I can give you mongolian sauce on the side?

Me: WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?! I'm sorry I'm really hungover.

Girl:.........yeah I could tell. I thought you were on something actually.

In retrospect, chinese food was a bad idea. It's not that I was embarrassed that only half the food was making it into my mouth when I tried to maneuver chopsticks around, it's that I was within eyesight of someone fairly attractive who was watching me do it.

Cry.