We were with friends. We were in an Indian restaurant. I knew very few things on the menu. Mostly, because I had never been to an Indian restaurant.
I tasted everything sometimes one right after the other; not like I was tasting the things like I had hoped but more like I was just dared to taste everything.
My sister asked, "What's wrong?" I said, "One of those tasted like balloon spit," and she agreed.
One of the people we were with asked, "What's balloon spit?" But thankfully the conversation changed before I felt obliged to answer.
Now that I have been to an Indian restaurant, I still know very few things on the menu but I do know that I like saying Vindaloo.
Bedrock from Barney rubble
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Here I am in the future, and here you are in my past. Here we are, both of
us, together. Right now. Here. Why though? Is it fate? Destiny? Kismet?
Synch...
2 days ago
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