Explosive Donut

I’ve learned to bring some entertainment when I go to the mall. I always end up in the “boyfriend waiting area of boredom,” especially at Forever 21. I prefer to play on my new Nintendo DS than stare listlessly into rows of “the season’s hottest skirts!!’ like the other stranded guys waiting for their girlfriends to try something on and hope by some chance they don’t decide “”it makes their ass huge.” They sort of look like POWs, trying to forget their misery. Except their battleground plays crappy techno remixes of already crappy pop songs.

It is a little satisfying when I break out the DS and I can see all the other guys around me get the “damn, I should’ve thought of that” look. But on Saturday there was a kid, maybe 12 years old, sitting next to me on the Bench of Shame. I think him and his father had gotten dragged by his sister. He stared at me while I played Zelda, then asked if he could watch me play. So he watched me play video games. After a few minutes I felt bad and asked the kid if he wanted to try. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a kid this happy before. Well, until his sister came back fuming (which I think means everything made her ass look fat). That was about five seconds after I let the kid borrow my DS. So at least he got to touch it before getting dragged to another store of excrutiating boredom.

After the mall, we walked over to Best Buy so I could oogle merchandise too (only took me 5 minutes though). Then we took the bus back to Melody’s dorm. “The Forgotten” was on ResNet. We watched the wholw thing, not because it was good (because it certainly sucked), but because I thought it had it had to get better (it got worse).

Anyway, once that was over, we went to Buddakan for a Valentine’s dinner, but I gotta go, so more on that next time…

Yes, I’m aware “Romance in Philly” sounds like an oxymoron. But that’s where Melody was and she’s been coming to Seattle way more than I’ve gone to Philly. I guess it’s better that she was studying (presumably) rather than yelling at the USAir clerk (what I did for half of Friday).

I took friday off so I might have more time in Philadelphia than in transit. I’m not sure if that happened. Getting to my connecting flight in Pittsburg was no problem but getting to Philly from there somehow took longer. Something was wrong with the plane’s instruments which they kept thinking they had fixed but ran into more problems (so I got on and off the plane three times before they gave the flight it’s last rites.

I got on the next flight (with plenty of arguing with the clerk) and got in about five hours late, missing the Taiwanese club’s New Year food night. I’m told the food was good although they need cooking lessons (someone thought adding water to the pan while frying dumplings would make them cook faster).

Melody and I still had just enough time to go to the chocolate buffet at the Ritz Carlton. I had to get changed in the airport bathroom to make it on time, which for some reason made the janitor really pissed. There was a chocolate waterfall to dip strawberries in and now I know chocolate and peanut butter go great on belgain waffles (at the buffet, not the airport bathroom). But the waitresses were terrible. We litterally walked around the enitre area trying to figure out where we even supposed to sit and it took at least fifteen minutes just to get a glass of water. But the waffle guy was cool.

On Saturday I just couldn’t get out of bed so we were a little behind. We got lunch at this great noodle restaurant in Chinatown that I’ve always been meaning to go to but always got dim sum instead. Somehow we ended up at the King of Prussia mall but neither of us got anything (I guess it’s cheaper that way).