I finally caught up with one of my friends from school yesterday. She had some photos for a competition that she would enter, and wanted my artistic opinion. With this in mind, I expected the usual quiet lunch at the Chinese restaurant, but Kathy wanted to try the new Hibachi across the street.
She bought the lunch, but I think I paid for it. The chef at the grill singled me out when cracking his jokes. One of his favorite lines was, "You very han'some...Harry Potta!" And then he would demand I say thank you. The man was preparing my food and I was hungry, so I complied.
I quickly learned not to hold my soup bowl at the hibachi as well. The chef enjoyed a frequent yell that was impossible to expect. Needless to say, I was wearing some of my soup when I left... but I had a good time.
Now back to watching hurricane Gustav... I think that one might have our name on it.