Yesterday was a pretty chill day here in St Paul. We could be no help to the bride or groom, no matter how much we begged, and no one wanted to hang out with us.
PT, Hot Tang
Not So Hot Tang
So we had to amuse ourselves by watching The Biggest Loser and Hell’s Kitchen, and then going to Black Sea Restaurant, the only/finest/first Turkish restaurant in Minnesota.
Veggie Sandwich, Appetizer Platter
I ordered some Turkish Orange Tea, which tasted just like hot Tang in the best way possible. We ordered number 4, the Meza platter, for one to share, and I had an amazing veggie sandwich, number 20, with fries. The eggplant was great it in!
PT LOVED Turkey!
PT ordered the falafel sandwich, number 21, because he needed a day to recover from all the meat he had been eating the last few days.
Turkish Coffee
Black Sea Restaurant is owned by a married couple, and pictures of them hugging are all over the restaurant. They are hugging on every page of the menu. Newspaper clippings about Black Sea Restaurant are posted all over, all with pictures of them hugging. Yelp reviews talk about how sometimes the restaurant is closed unexpectedly, with just a note on the door that says, ‘wife sick’.
The place was packed and was never not packed the entire time we were there. They might be on to something.
After our meal we ordered Turkish coffees and baklava. I have never had baklava, so I can’t compare it to anything, but this was so out of control I must have blacked out while eating it, because I have no pictures.
PT had a secret meeting in the afternoon, so I napped and read Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters. I psychotically loved Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, and SS&S isn’t living up. Which is probably why I ended up falling asleep.
Andy Was Cold
:(
After PT’s secret meeting Andy and Katie invited us over to their sweet apartment to play some Mexican Train Dominoes and hang out before yet another party at the Chris Hill residence.
Andy got cold and had to wear my Glorified Necklace. I think I’ll design a boy’s line of lace shawls. They will sweep the nation.
Katie pulled out her hot Tigers shirt that she happened to wear a few weeks ago, at the height of the Twins/Tigers craziness, not because she is a Tigers fan, but just because she likes the shirt. And who wouldn’t? It’s SWEET. She got yelled at by an old man who, when she told people who were heckling her that she doesn’t know anything about baseball, said, ‘You should never say you don’t know anything.’
That is a life lesson.
There are no pictures of the party because I was too busy yelling at fake Yankees fans and trying to cheer PT up after the Twins fell apart and lost in extras in game two last night. It was painful. For them.
Yeah, That is Snow
Painful for me? Waking up to SNOW ON THE GROUND. SNOW. ON THE GROUND. That is PT’s mom’s backyard.
And I’m wearing that tiny dress with tiny shoes (with holes in them, even). I’m glad I brought nylons?
MINNESOTA! Why do you hate me?!
The wedding is in T-4 1/2 hours. I should shower. And find a hot water bottle to hide under my dress.
