Chinese Extravaganza

A trip anywhere with one Miss Jaime Quetzacoatal Honduran-Veggie-Lover is eventful, but a trip to get Chinese food...now THERE'S an adventure. Between sesame seeds in her water, garlic eggplant and 'seafood legs' (sketchy), finding her way to the bathroom/coat rack, and her rather pathetic attempt to file the splinters off of one chopstick with the splintered end of another chopstick, it was not a meal to be missed. You all should have been there.

Minus one small, but still genuinely frightening, scare when we thought we saw Dr. Reice, we had a lovely time. We frollicked through the buffet and bonded over our mutual distaste for Indian food in the romantic dining atmosphere. Between us we may have had 20-25 glasses of water and I'm not sure if the highlight of the meal was Jaime using my phone to take a picture of the fried bananas (I was intrigued, but too afraid to go near them), or Jaime actually eating a fried banana...or two...on an ice cream cone....with a fork.

Coupled with a wow-this-took-far-too-long trip to the drug store to get vitamins for me and a mind-engaging conversation about dog's phobias and canine genitalia on the way back through campus, it was just a fun day.

Alas, we finally parted ways; me to study analytical chemistry and Jaime to mate her r-selective (DUH!) drosophila in Corbin's lab. Yeah, she creates life.*


(*and takes life away. Study pages 18-247, n.b. "Jaime's N-Dimensional Hypervolume: the intersection of optimal ecological tolerance and cannibalism.)