Blurgh

I'm running out of things to say.  I knew this would happen eventually, and I know in a few days something will come up that gives me new inspiration, but it's kind of sad that on day 8 of this little adventure, I've got nothing remotely interesting to say.  It's kind of a somber day for me; some things aren't going the way I'd like them to (a very petty thing, but yes, my FF team lost this week, ruining my nice clean unbeaten streak), and I feel pretty down.  Nothing serious, I assure you.  Just nothing...very exciting either.  I'm also reading an incredibly depressing book about bad people, called Parts per Million.  It's about the oil wells behind Beverly Hills High School, and I know it doesn't seem like it would be interesting, but it is.  In a morbidly sad, depressing, everyone-has-cancer kind of way.  I'm going to move on to the happiest place on Earth (literally!) next, a book called Realityland, which, come to think of it, could also be kind of a downer.  Who wants reality to intrude upon the bliss that is Disneyworld?  Well, apparently, I do.  I did take a peek inside the book, and the pictures alone are going to make it enjoyable to read, I know it.  If it's not enjoyable, I'm moving straight on to a bodice-ripper.  I need a happy ending right about now, and I'm starting to think that the audiobook that I can't put down might have a not-so-happy ending.  Boo hiss.

Here's some other not-so-great stuff:  Vietnamese food.  Well, the Vietnamese food I ate.  Maybe there is good Vietnamese food out there, but I don't think I tasted it last night.  With a few exceptions.  The fried rice was divine.  The lemongrass beef was yummy.  But the main dishes didn't wow me, and that's sad, because most of the Indian and Thai I ate while starting into those respective cuisines did wow me.  I remember my first taste of Indian was nearly orgasmic.  (Ah, the delightful Samosa.  Godddddammmmitttt, now I want Indian food like I want to read books and xstitch.  It's baaaad.)  And my first taste of real Thai was equally wonderful--rich spicy basil noodles and a gorgeous pad thai.  I don't remember my first taste of Chinese, but I'm sure it was delightful, considering I quite like Chinese food now.  (Chinese was the one Asian food we ate as children in suburban IL.)  Oh, and I remember with great fondness my first taste of Japanese.  A dear friend introduced me to that cuisine (tempura and miso and ginger oh my!), and that remains one of my dearest comfort foods.  Tempura and miso is the best cold (as in head) food there is.  Sometimes I've ordered an extra bowl of miso soup just for the wonderful health benefits.  (DAAAAMN, now I'm craving tempura.  I'm so suggestible.)  Anyway, it pains me that my first taste of Vietnamese wasn't nearly so euphoric, and it makes me want desperately to find euphoric Vietnamese food.  Anybody have any suggestions?

Comments

[comebacknikki]

I can't say I'm a fan of Vietnamese food. Like you, I love Thai, Japanese and Chinese (to a lesser degree), but I haven't found much Vietnamese that really made me want to have more. You might want to try Vietnamese French fusion (which is really popular around here) - Le Colonial has really fantastic food.

[comebacknikki]

If that didn't make sense, it's because I skipped an entire sentence (lack of sleep does bad things). What I was trying to say is that although I don't care for Vietnamese, I've found that French Vietnamese food is fantastic.