After class, we went to the Pig for drinks per usual and got on the subject of a great many things, including opportunity cost, University-wide sled dogs, and fries. Most people at the table were eager to try the Pig's truffle fries, but remembering Zvi's experience, I worked very hard to dissuade everyone from ordering because the fries just weren't it. They were reluctant, but after a hard battle, they listened. Like that weekend in Atlantic City, I should've quit there and gotten home with a clear police record. But I campaigned for curry fries. I had some awesome curry fries at Emmet's on Sunday night and wanted to relive the experience. I did not relive the experience. Instead, I had to first explain that it wasn't my Asian accent, I didn't want curly fries, I wanted curry fries. Second, most people were repulsed by the idea of curry fries (blasphemous, I know). And most regrettably, when the fries came, they reminded Meredith of her cat's puke. Actually, Meredith wasn't the only one. The Pig is great with many things, but when it comes to curry fries: epic fail. To make matters worse, I had to leave early and just realized that I forgot to pay for the fries. Pretty sure that when I go back to school tomorrow, I won't have any friends. Nay, I'm getting yogurt dropped on my head.
Squealing Fries: 2. Moi: 0. Zvi Shapiro: -49482.
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