i'm a glutton for chinese food punishment.

rocked out another JG show this weekend. it was one of our best ever. nobody screwed up, but the band split before i did so i had to pay the band tab. bastards...$69 dollars, and 2 out of the 6 of us had already payed a personal tab. ok, $70 of half priced alcohol is a lot of shit for 4 people. aimee d passed out on the pool table after close. i really should have snapped a photo. last night me and the didier went to the local chinese food restaurant. you know, i'm growing more and more weary of chinese restaurant owners. the last time we went there, we got 2 buffets to go. you pay first, they give you the styrofoam box, and then you go and gorge yourself on quite possibly the most vile system of american dining in history. anyways, we head for the trough and aimee turns and says "oooh. get me one of the little soup bowls" and so i turn and ask the lady. she's like "that's 25 cents extra". since i had paid with a debit card and keep no form of hard currency on me whatsoever, i go "shit. i don't have a quarter." she goes "well i'm sorry". ok. i just paid $16 for 2 buffets, probably which might have cost the restaurant maybe $1 to make, and i'm getting shook down for a fucking quarter?! well, because americanized chinese food is the modern day crack cocaine for semi-overweight people like me... i still have to get my fix. honestly, you know what astounds me? the people working there are all svelt and skinny. do you think they eat this shit? who knows. i even thought about bailing before it was too late. since there was a wait to actually eat here, me and aimee were sitting there like morons, waiting to have our name called. this is how the exchance between us went. Me: "Ok. I don't think i want chinese food anymore..." Aimee: "Then where do you want to go..." Me: "I don't know. hey, i picked chinese so you have to pick by deferment" Aimee: "Um, well.. I don't know... um..." Me: "Better hurry, aimee... our turn is coming up" Aimee: "Um..." Me:"Better hurry......" (Host: "Sam, Party of 2") Me: "Too late..." so we're sitting there and eating our 4 million calorie meal and there's this kid across the room that starts coughing. i mean, this was no ordinary cough. it was this sucking chest wound sound... this wheezing blurb of a rumbling mass of God-knows-what, gurbling about his poor little body. i felt bad for the kid, i did... but the sound was serisouly turning my stomach. and what's his parents doing bringing their SARS infected kid out to a restaurant. i mean, he just keeps doing it. "cough.. cough... COUGH COUGH COUGH (blurble currrahhh gluuuuurrrrrrrr bluaahhhh..." (ask me sometime to demonstrate this.) so finally they get up and leave. right as the MSG has inflated in my stomach and rendered eating completely impossible. we hobbled to the entrance and i was able to succesfully spend the next 4 hours with a burning diarhhea like you wouldn't believe. just like always. a tell-tale sign of a good chinese dinner that i will eat again and again. started working with the fostex. prepare yourself. it's coming....