Reading my blog lately, it's easy to come away with the assumption that my world revolves around biscuits and my advisor/school. I assure you that that's not true. It only seems that way.
Except last night really was all about the biscuit. We faced endless obstacles, but Alice and I were determined to have dinner at blacksauce. We both successfully resisted late afternoon snacks and remained faithful to dinner, but dinner kept getting farther and farther away. There was terrible traffic, endless GPS rerouting, all in concert with torrential downpours. We kept looping around small country roads with growling stomachs. The blacksauce food is cooked in tents outside, and with the weather kept changing every two seconds and the GPS constantly telling us we were 3 minutes away, we kept wavering between excitement for food and anxiety that the rain would ruin everything and the realization that our destination was still just a little bit farther away. But at long last, we pulled in to see that despite the rain, Damian and his team were still outside. We ran out with our umbrellas:
Moi: Please tell me dinner is still on.
Damian: We ran out of food. I'm sorry.
Moi: Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-
Damian: I'm just kidding. We're only out of chicken.
Alice: That's a mean joke.
Damian: That was kinda mean. I'm sorry.
Moi: It's a horrible joke. Though I totally did the same thing to my friend on Sunday. It's hilarious.
[On Sunday, whilst waiting in line, since I was 2 people ahead of Christine, I turned back to tell her that they were out of the fried chicken biscuit we waited so long for. She told me that "there are some things you don't joke about. This is one of them." I didn't understand on Sunday. But I understand now.]
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