I must have announced that I was fala-full at least three times last night. Perhaps in successive order. I don't usually make puns and Ash did not look impressed, but I'd like to think that the Falafel King would be pleased.
I went to the movies last night, so naturally, we snuck in food. Zvi had the right idea when he suggested rice, chicken, and spring rolls, and really, that was what I was craving (I've always wanted to eat in the dark with chopsticks), but we settled for falafel wraps instead. With a side of movie theater Swedish Fish (not from this particular theater), chocolate chip cookies, and Capri Sun (well, Ash started offering the Capri Sun to me then made it sound really undesirable so she had 2 to herself- very clever). We also saw a blind lady in the theater. Ash and I both felt bad about mulling the same question in our heads until we finally exchanged looks and said, "how does that work?"
The falafels, of course, meant that we couldn't enact Lenny's lunatic plan: Cup o' noodles and an electric kettle. Which was just too bad because of how well thought out it was. How would we power the kettle, you ask? Why, you'd plug it into a generator disguised as an oxygen tank, of course. And the chopsticks? Disguised in wrist braces.
Moi: This is starting to weigh me down.
Lenny: But with your broken wrist and supposed breathing problems, the staff will take pity on you and give you a nice seat. And maybe nachos!
As they say in Newsradio, "the imagination of yours is an absolute curse."
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