We'll all be home for Christmas
Here at mom's in Ypsilanti, Michigan. On Christmas Eve, my extended family came over for a strange hybrid Christmas dinner (veggies vs. the carnivores). So Christmas day it was just me, mom, and the dog. My mom and the dog came down to the basement to rouse me from my slumbers at 8 AM EST. I swilled down some coffee, eggs, and English muffin before the opening of presents. My mom is a great knitter. I had ordered a hat and scarf in Chicago Bears colors. They were swell, I'm sure everyone will be asking me where I got them. (Not the NFL store!) My mom was thrilled with the Susan Boyle CD I got her. (If you don't know who Susan Boyle is, Google please.) Also, I gave her a DVD of a film about St. Damien the Leper (her favorite saint). Probably we'll watch it tomorrow.
We decided to go see Invictus at the local Showcase Cinema this afternoon. I really enjoy going to the movies on Christmas. Invictus is a movie starring Morgan Freeman (you're not going to waste your money if this guy is in the cast) as Nelson Mandela, and Matt Damon as the Captain of the South African apartheid-allied rugby team, the Springboks. This was a very enjoyable film. Morgan Freeman was amazing as Nelson Mandela, and Matt Damon also gave further proof of his serious acting chops. (More on this later.)
Just as an aside, a good friend of mine at Southern Illinois University (in the 70s) was a serious rugby player. He was recruited to play football for Bear Bryant at the University of Alabama, but didn't feel comfortable with the atmosphere (football or socio-political) at the school. So he ended up at SIU with the rest of us misfits. I used to attend rugby games to see my friend play, and they were crazy and violent. After the game, both sides got together and drank themselves silly. I could telling you a vomiting story involving spectators in first floor dorm room gazing out at emesis coming from a 2nd floor window, but I will restrain myself. The whole rugby thing was quite memorable. The games were wild, and I saw some drunken behavior that has not been equalled by anything since. My friend was an intelligent and gentle soul off the rugby pitch.
Back to 2009, I was determined to go to a restaurant for Christmas dinner. In fact, I spent the early afternoon calling different Asian restaurants to see if they were open. We ended up at a Chinese restaurant that shall remain nameless. I warn you that I am a serious Asian food snob, but this place served some of the worst Chinese food I have ever eaten. Each dish that arrived at the table was more hideous than the one that preceded it. Also the manager and the wait staff bickered loudly in a dialect I could not identify (I could tell you if it was Mandarin or Cantonese and it wasn't). I don't know what they had to argue about, (maybe the quality of the food) but they spent plenty of time doing it. There wasn't a single Chinese paying customer in the place!
Feliz Navidad!
http://www.sarugby.net/
http://www.damientheleper.org/
We decided to go see Invictus at the local Showcase Cinema this afternoon. I really enjoy going to the movies on Christmas. Invictus is a movie starring Morgan Freeman (you're not going to waste your money if this guy is in the cast) as Nelson Mandela, and Matt Damon as the Captain of the South African apartheid-allied rugby team, the Springboks. This was a very enjoyable film. Morgan Freeman was amazing as Nelson Mandela, and Matt Damon also gave further proof of his serious acting chops. (More on this later.)
Just as an aside, a good friend of mine at Southern Illinois University (in the 70s) was a serious rugby player. He was recruited to play football for Bear Bryant at the University of Alabama, but didn't feel comfortable with the atmosphere (football or socio-political) at the school. So he ended up at SIU with the rest of us misfits. I used to attend rugby games to see my friend play, and they were crazy and violent. After the game, both sides got together and drank themselves silly. I could telling you a vomiting story involving spectators in first floor dorm room gazing out at emesis coming from a 2nd floor window, but I will restrain myself. The whole rugby thing was quite memorable. The games were wild, and I saw some drunken behavior that has not been equalled by anything since. My friend was an intelligent and gentle soul off the rugby pitch.Back to 2009, I was determined to go to a restaurant for Christmas dinner. In fact, I spent the early afternoon calling different Asian restaurants to see if they were open. We ended up at a Chinese restaurant that shall remain nameless. I warn you that I am a serious Asian food snob, but this place served some of the worst Chinese food I have ever eaten. Each dish that arrived at the table was more hideous than the one that preceded it. Also the manager and the wait staff bickered loudly in a dialect I could not identify (I could tell you if it was Mandarin or Cantonese and it wasn't). I don't know what they had to argue about, (maybe the quality of the food) but they spent plenty of time doing it. There wasn't a single Chinese paying customer in the place!
Feliz Navidad!
http://www.sarugby.net/
http://www.damientheleper.org/
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1 Comments:
Finally got a chance to look at ur recent efforts. Nice to see you are adding visuals.
Perhaps it was a Chiu Chow restaurant. I find Chiu Chow cuisine a bit unnerving.
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