Twin Cities Dopefest-March 2009?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I drove 270 miles to the restaurant and then fearfully waited for others to show up.

Now I’ve driven 270 miles back home and I’m the first one to post about being there?

Sheesh, you Minnesotans!

It was a really good time. Somehow, though we’d all agreed to Indian Food, only Punkyova claimed any knowledge at all about the cuisine. But it was really very good; I’m a picky eater and I didn’t taste anything I didn’t like.

I decided not to have breakfast before leaving. No one else was interested, and then I thought about how I always feel like a nap after a good meal, and then I decided to drive hungry as a safety precaution.

I’m gonna go eat and take a nap.

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I drove by India Place and waved from the highway, but as it was 1:45 Saturday no one was there to see it yet. Then at 6:30 as I was getting to a Mexican Restaraunt on the east side of the Metro area I thought about it again. Yeah, I know, that really doesn’t compare even closely to driving from Madison.

That’s funny about how few attendees claimed knowledge about Indian food. The first date with wife # 2 (the good one, see earlier post), was to an Indian restaraunt in a north Twin Cities suburb. We both thought that if the other liked that kind of food, there had to be something good about them.

Sorry breakfast plans didn’t work out. Glad you got home safe. Also glad the weather is good. My nephew who is attending UW is heading back today as well.

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It was a nice, low key sort of evening. Nothing really exciting happened except for that goat thing that we’re not supposed to talk about.

It was nice to meet Boyo for the first time. He’s ok for a Sconnie.

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Damn! You KNOW the first rule of the Goat Club is that you don’t talk about the Goat Club!

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I just finished noshing the last of my Chicken Kashmiri, and have had some of TheKids’ leftover Beef Biryani. Nom nom.

It was nice seeing you all again and meeting Boyo Jim. TheKid thanks you all for being okay with her presence. It has now affirmed (in her blonde head) that her mom really doesn’t have a life when I willingly give up a Saturday to meet people from online. I asked what her excuse was. Heh.

If there isn’t a Pork Dope this summer, I vote for Nye’s next time.

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I had a great time, and Mark, known also as Mark, said he had a good time. I was pleasantly surprised at how much I liked the food.

It was good meeting you Boyo, and great that you came, **Chimera. **Both of you were surprisingly normal…

The goat was in that last course.

Oh, hey, pics?

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I will admit. I woke up at 2am in need of Tums, and yesterday I had more natural gas than Eastern Russia.

On the beer side, the Taj is one of my new most favorite beers.

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Sorry I RSVP’d and couldn’t make it.

Mrs. Spiff got an urgent call Saturday morning from a nurse at the nursing home where her elderly mother was just recently placed.

Long story short, her mother has pneumonia and is near death, and so we spent the rest of the day Saturday and into the evening at her bedside. (As I write this, she’s still hanging on, but it’s only a matter of hours…)

We’d much rather have been at the India Palace, but that’s the way it goes.

I grew up in Madison, so I’m sorry I couldn’t chat with Boyo Jim about that great city. And of course, sorry not to have met all the rest of you, too.

Maybe next time.