ACCOUNTANT BY DAY

Last night I apparently had a dream so strange that I was moved to get up from the bed and scribble “During your stay in Scotrand” on a piece of computer paper. I remember a little of it, although it’s terribly weird. I remember I was at my old junior high school, but I was the same age I always was. One of the teachers was arguing with these bossy Japanese people who kept laughing about him in Japanese and were being very rude. Who knows where they came from? And then he said, “So during your stay in Scotrand, bla bla bla” or something and I guess the point was he was making fun of the fact that Japanese doesn’t have an L sound so R is the closest liquid consonant they can pronounce.

To me, what’s weird about this, is that my dream was able to think about something this advanced. Usually my dreams are just semi-retarded absurdist dramas, like “something is chasing me, gotta get away” or “oh no, my fucking teeth are all falling out of their sockets!!!” and stuff like that. But to have my brain unconsciously devise a complex ethnic insult like that, well I don’t entirely know what to make of that. And I don’t remember anything other than that small bit, which all took place in the school gymnasium. I guess if I hunted for meaning in my stupid-ass dreams I’d be looking forever.

Last Tuesday my roommate and I went to India Palace on 87th Street for dinner, since we’d never visited before, and the mango lazzi they served was so delicious that it prompted us to declare Tuesdays our official new restaurant day. Each Tuesday night we will select some new restaurant at which we’ve never eaten. Tonight it was Mimi’s cafe on 95th Street. While we were there we came up with guidelines for how this activity will work. First of all, under most circumstances we have to pick a new restaurant every week. But if we for some reason wind up repeating a restaurant, we have to order something we haven’t tried before. We then added a couple of things like we should bring a notepad and then pretend to ourselves that we’re in cognito food critics, casting our judgmental gaze on all we see. When we pick a restaurant we can either randomly select something from Google or Yahoo! local services, OR we can pick a genre of restaurant and look up a list from within that group, OR we can just drive around and pick somewhere randomly.

So Mimi’s was pretty awesome. Everything tasted great. I had the blackened sole creole and it was tasty. So was the salad and bread. One of my favorite parts was the fact that at the end our waitress presented us with a complimentary muffin basket which prompted me to inform her that she is my hero now. I love the words “muffin basket” together. The only thing I didn’t like is that they didn’t give us any bread plates for our appetizer bread, and no butter knives. Mere peccadillos, I declare! They were a little more expensive than I would usually go for on a weeknight, but that’s the great part about Tuesday nights! I’m looking forward to next week.

I also bought my camera today and I picked up my luggage last weekend. We are definitely going to California on the 22nd, and I found out yesterday that I get to go on some trips with consultant who is becoming my new coworker friend! We recently had a conversation along the lines of “why do women do such stupid shit???” and I sensed a kindred spirit.

I got an e-mail stating that my old website domain was about to expire, and I went back and was kinda looking over my old site. I was reading over some of the old blog stuff from my old websites, and I had forgotten how funny some of the incidents were that I wrote about over time. I think I might do a “best of” sort of thing and just bring some of it on here for posterity. I’ve been blogging on one site or another since 2000 or so, and I was just thinking how through it all, that’s a lot of damn blogging! I don’t know if I have it all but I’m going to look around and see.