February 28, 2007
Samizdat!
I am VERY pleased to learn that this year's Beyond the Borders Improv Convention and Croquet Bonspiel will be Communist-themed:
A huge Maoist salute to Craigy for this. Especially the golf club and sickle.
Yesterday I was thinking about the WORST meal I've ever had in a restaurant, which was a slimy bowl of green noodles at this dump called Republic Noodle House in Manhattan. Republic's interior decor consisted of oversized arty posters of Red Chinese leaders, omitting images of the Red Chinese factory workers for our gustatory pleasure. Seating consisted of low wooden stools at large communal tables. I don't remember what I ordered, but it was a medium shade of green (I guess-lighting was expectedly dim) and had overdone noodles and cucumbers and a completely disgusting sauce that tasted like the tears of the proletariat. The Smith bitches I was eating with sternly discouraged me from sending it back, so I doused this bowl of mess with every complimentary sauce I could just to get it to a palatable level. It turned cold quickly. I scowled and counted the minutes until I could be outside and get a pretzel from a street vendor.
Still, I appreciate the Commie motif of the fest this year.