Julia make Thai

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H lp! S m b dy st ll th v wl s fr m my k yb rd!

Oh there they are. Stupid vowels are never found where I expect them.

Luckily I didn’t have to find ingredients for a meal tonight because of Julia’s benevolent greatness. Julia jump started the weekend by making Nicole, Dicke, Tia, Monica and I some Thai Food, on a Thursday no less! With time to kill beforehand, I sped to the mall for a much needed....

Haircut…There's always the haring debate for a man like me, stylist or barber? In the barber’s corner is a price break, a manly ambience and the unreal feeling of that soft lather and close shave by a straight edge blade. Damn that feels masculine! On the downside you’re surrounded by pale, balding, gut-growing men who foretell of a foreboding future.

In the stylist's corner, the advocate would tell you the haircut you receive is more metro so you get what you pay for. Also they sneak in a bonus head massage when they shampoo you. If only they did the shave and there were no annoying hairdryers, it’d be a cinch to pick the stylist all the time. Still, today the scale tipped for the stylist because of location! Location! Location! If I go to the mall I can get stuff too, imagine the possibilities...

Stylist: What size clippers on the side?
Me: Two…
Stylist: That short?
Me: Absolutely. I want to tRick my body into thinking it is summer.
Stylist: Good luck. I hope you haven't jinx yourself....

End result was a nifty short haircut but a frigid sub-freeeeeeezzing night. Damn the stylist and her witchcraft. She lured me in with a no wait haircut, lulled me with her sweet shampoo massage, just to doom me with her dark psychic prophesies of cold.

ANYwho, when we called Tia to tell her we were ready, in classic Tia style she was not. Brilliant Nicole decided we should retrieve Monica first arguing that would give Tia ample time. Then we waited in the parking lot for Tia. And we waited… and we waited some more…Then just for a larf, we continued to wait…

“Tia’s slower than a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter.” I said to myself. Finally, she arrived before we died of carbon monoxide poisoning fully prepared with a rehearsed lame story that her mom called just as she was leaving.

Funny things about cell phones you can walk and talk at the same time. Oh wait, Tia forgot here cell phone and had to go back to get it when it rang. Silly me. I'm just teasing a bit, of course. Tia herself admitted it was a lame excuse and she wasn't going to bother trying to come up with more.

Now that we were a packed in my car, we sped to claim all the green traffic light on the way to Julia’s kitchen. When we arrived, I unloaded the “soap treats” on her for dessert. Some would say it's the tropical fruit known as liche with coconut bits, but I say it is what it taste like, soap. I'd much rather have the liquid liche anyday in hell because that stuff is prime.

To kill some time while Juila cooked, I battled Nicole and Tia in some table tennis, besting them with my ferrous skills. Little did I know what would happen in retaliation. Tia had an arsenal of ass shaking dances prepared. I got a pic of it which you can see, but it probably just looks like a mistake if you didn't know it was a dance.

After Tia gave up, Dicke assumed the role of Nicole’s partner. During this play game we added another ball to test my hand-eye coordination. Though exhausting, it was a fun challenge and ended up being quite exhilarating. I suggest you try it whenever you have a chance, and send me a quarter as royalty because I just invented the game. I'm sure I'm the only one to ever think of such a variation. Nicole added to the joy by saying "Oh Yeah" every time she scored. This inspired Dicke to do the same. Unfortunately they could only cheer 2 or 3 times out of ten due to my ninja skills.

Normally Julia can rely on her saucy looks or her killer karate moves to bring men to their knees. Today she used cooking. At first it was the nasty smell of god knows what that flooded the room and our nostrils. Desperate, we fled for fresh air and opened the windows for whatever salvation we could find.

Next it was the "fruit cleaning spray" which Julia unconsciously dared me to spray in my mouth that subdued me. Granted it is made of natural ingredients: citrus, pineapple juice, orange rinds and such. Its purpose is to clean pesticide off of fruit, but a fruity flavor it did not have. So if you ever decide to go hippy and buys such a product, don't eat it, and send me a quarter for saving your taste bugs.

Finally, it was Julia's noodle and veggie Thai dish that brought me to my knees. For some it was the spiciness, but for me it was the shear deliciousness...mmmmm seconds please. Thanks Julia.

Along with the food we had the general fun of seeing Tia go from being a Bag Lady to a costume jeweler for 7th graders. At one point, Tia found a picture in a magazine, turned fortuneteller, and told Monica that her boyfriend Shaw would turn into him. Lol--Tia is the best.

It took me a while to figure out why Nicole and Tia are such good friend, but know I know. For an actuary like Nicole, risk mitigation is the essence to her sole and statistics and randomness is her passion. What is more risky and random than the fun styles of Tia? Tia is one of a kind. You all suck for not knowing her, and will never know the true joy of randomness. By reading this blog though, you may have an inkling of an idea. I think that means you owe me a quarter.

I'm guess by now the reader of this has figured it out. I need to do laundry soon and could do well to have a plethora of quarters. So if you got some spare change send it my way. Oh well, read the next blog to hear about the rest of my adventures in the night.

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