June 27, 2006
Tuesday, June 27th, 2006
Spent my 29th birthday pretty much alone. Aside from the group dinner on Friday night, the rest of the weekend was devoted to vegetating in front of the TV watching my TIVO’ed episodes of Hell’s Kitchen as Ali went to NYC to celebrate her friend’s 30th birthday.
On Sunday though, I spent my the afternoon with the Che’s getting dim sum at HK Flower Lounge in
Millbrae . Food was mediocre, but I think a large part of that is because I was not in an eating mood after Friday’s disappointing dinner at Prime on the Avenue in
Burlingame . My prime rib was tiny, despite ordering a medium cut. I left the restaurant hungry, and I am a firm believer that you do not leave any prime rib restaurant hungry. After dim sum, we went to Marina Greens and attempted to fly my new kite.
As I surveyed across the 3 block stretch of grass, all I saw were other children and adults with their kites soaring almost too easily through the sky. I, on the other hand, got all tangled up in the strings (my kite requires two hands to control). After the untangling, my kite launched up only to make a quick 180 and nose-dive at full force into the grass. The ironic thing is that the kite is named “The Detonator,” and in similar fashion, it resembles a missile diving into the ground to detonate a larger bomb.
The most funny/frightening instant was when I got the kite up in the air for 20 seconds. It was doing some pretty neat loops, but all of a sudden, it did its patented nose-dive at a couple that was lying on the grass. Fortunately, it landed 5 feet from them, but obviously, they were in danger’s path. The girl looked at me as I stood there with my eyes wide open in shock as I almost injured two innocent bystanders (by-sleepers). Then she laughed. Her boyfriend looked a little annoyed knowing that he had to move or risk exposing himself and his girl to my deadly kite. I apologized and went on with my futile attempts to keep the kite in the air.
Later that night, the Che’s and I went to Nation’s Burgers for dinner. It was terrible. I like mayonnaise, but my bacon cheeseburger looked like a burger with whipped cream, only it was mayo. The fries were hard and oily. And my $1.09 sundae tasted just like that, $1.09. As I sit here typing this entry, I can’t help but admire the simple veggie cup and ranch dressing that is my Tuesday breakfast.
So, surrounded by two horrible meals, and a hair-razing, kite-flying adventure, it was a “slow” and uneventful weekend.
