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I have half a mind.

Another good weekend. Friday went to a little birthday celebration for an acquaintance. Nobody could decide where we could go. I suggested a few places, one of them being Fridays which ended up being our final destination. I had this awesome burger called the jalapeño burger. They fry up little jalapeño slices in batter and then put them on top of the burger. I must say it was the best burger I've had in quite a while. I woke up with a mean stomach ache at four the next morning, but it was worth it. After dinner, Gina, Scott, myself, and one of Gina's former neighbors went to Ausiello's. A bar near Gina's. We all hung there for a few hours, played some shufflepuck, and talked a lot. Gina and I share a lot of personality characteristics. We also share a lot of the same interests. It's sort of odd. Odd enough that Scott said we share the same brain, which Gina echoed the next night at dinner. I'll talk about that later. After the bar we dropped Gina back off at her place, but I noticed that my Jeep's interior lights weren't turning off. Scott and I spent the next 15 minutes trying to figure out the problem to no avail. I ended up driving Scott back to his place and then to my place with my interior lights on. I disconnected the battery so it wouldn't be drained the next day.

I woke up somewhat late on Saturday, lounged around a bit and then did some research on my car problem. I've isolated it to either one of the door switches being screwy, or an internal module acting up. For now I disconnected the relay for the internal lights. Not a big deal. I'll take it in to my mechanic when I have the time.

The night before Gina said she was planning to head up to the city with the birthday girl last night. She had suggested that we could grab some food beforehand and then meet up with everyone. Well she wasn't feeling well and decided not to go to the city, but she was still up for dinner and even a movie. She wanted to see Closer and I had no problems with that. We decided we would go see a late afternoon showing and then grab some Ethiopian food. Gina had called Scott to see if he wanted to head out with us, but he was at a wedding party doing his first bartending gig. There was a possiblity that he was going to show up later, but that never came to fruition. Consequently, it was me and Gina all night.

Closer was a really good movie. All the major intricacies relationships played on the screen. I would certainly see it again, just see if I missed anything the first time. All the leads put in excellent performances. Althought I think Natalie Portman maybe getting typecast as the wispy/mysterious/cool/hippy girl a bit too much. Her character was a little bit like her role in Garden State.

Now I had tried to call the place at which we going to have dinner, but I got a "this number has been disconnected or is no longer in use" message each time I called. This worried me a bit because I thought it might be close, so I printed up directions to another Ethiopian restaurant that happened to be in the area also. Unfortunately the first restaurant was closed, so we headed to the second restaurant. Gina and I had a nice conversation about family and stuff. After a little parking adventure we found a spot and headed into the restaurant. The place we went to was called Shebele Ehtiopian Restaurant. This place was almost like someone took part of their house and turned it into a restaurant. It had a very homey feeling to it, which we both really liked. Since both of us really like spicy foods we ordered the two spiciest things on the menu. One was a chicken dish, the other was a spicy beef item. The spicy beef thing is supposedly very traditional and not many people order it on their first try. It's a dish where the beef is diced up and mixed with peppers and spices, I noted a very strong presence of cardamom, and served raw, although ours was served medium-rare. Oh my god, the food was good. You eat the food with your hand by picking it up with bread that they give you. The bread is very spongy, it was different but very good. Oh and it was nice and spicy. It all went really well with the beer that we drank. Anyway Gina and I had another nice conversation about scary movies, past relationships, and cartoons. I really enjoyed dinner with Gina. I also loved the food. I would go back there without any hesitations.

After dinner we headed back to my place, where Gina had parked her car and then we said our goodbyes. A great night with a great girl.

I went to sleep at about 1:10 after a surprise phonecall from Scott. I think I was half asleep already when he called. I don't remember much of the conversation.

Sunday was about as uneventful as anyone can imagine. I just did errands and downloaded musak. I like lazy Sundays. I slept in until noon.

Back to work tomorrow and then up to Ausiello's for some MNF. Get to Gina again probably and hang out with everyone else. Yay!


I would forget myself if I didn't carry my mind around with me.
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