From Heaven by Way of India

i have one constant food craving, one i think about about once a day, one that pushes me to urge people to go out to eat with me to one of five places, one that will just not let me go: indian food. and really, just one dish with one side - chicken tikka masala with a big basket of hot chewy naan bread. i just had it for dinner tonight and i'm already craving it for tomorrow. it is the one food that i keep eating until i feel the food hit the top of the back of my throat and i have to stop or i will literally throw up on the table. and then i have justonemorebite of naan soaked in tikka masala sauce. plus indian restaurants usually have great and quick service, and bunches of freebies. i love the free rice pudding with the candied ginger for dessert. i love the fried veggie thingy for an appetizer. i love coming out of a restaurant smelling like curry and cinnamon and all sorts of good things. uh, does anyone want to go out for indian food tomorrow?

Thoughts on Alcohol

so i might be a little tipsy. not much. a little, though. i never/very rarely drink, as alcoholism runs rampant in my family and that is a genetic time bomb i'd rather not mess with. but tonight i went out with my friend jen (longest running constant friend, we met in 5th grade) and her roommate and some other friends, and we went out for tapas. and i had sangria. two and a half glasses of it. for those of you that know me, that is pretty much a WOAH KATIE IS OUT OF CONTROL sort of amount. i basically stick to mike's hard lemonade or limeade, and usually about...one at a time. but then after tapas (Amazing, go to La Bodega under I35 on southwest blvd, go there now) we went to sol cantina on martini corner in midtown, and i had an amaretto sour. that's a lot for me. so i'm feeling a buzz. but i'm drinking water so i can easily get up for work tomorrow. and i think going out once every six to twelve months or so is probably not too crazy of a thing for me to do. and this post is totally coherent, right? so i'm fine. and it was a good night. oh, and try the bread pudding in apricot sauce at la bodega, you will marry the chef.

Life in the City

i am still getting used to certain factors of life in the "city," or midtown kc, which is the most city-fied i've ever been. for one, i hear sirens about, oh, every other hour. yes i live one building away from a major thoroughfare of this area of town, but it still kind of concerns me that there are this many cop cars and ambulances and fire trucks passing by. at least they pass by and aren't tearing into my neighborhood. then there's the sounds of drag racing, which i just heard tear by down aforementioned thoroughfare. super loud, super aggressive sounding, super dangerous. i'm glad i'm safe and tucked away on my island of comfort in my bedroom. oh, there they went again. i'll probably hear sirens again soon.

Horizontal Stripes

why am i currently obsessed with shirts with horizontal stripes? i wear them all the time, fashion no-no that they supposedly are. i have an addiction. someone stage an intervention...

To Tattoo or Not To Tattoo

every day i reconsider getting a tattoo. i've got the spot all picked out: the inside of my left wrist. i kind of want it in white ink, if i can talk a tattoo artist into it. it's kind of like getting a baby tattoo - a tattoo hardly anyone would even see. and i've narrowed it down to two sayings: col tempo (which obviously has meaning for me already), or drishta dharma sukha viharin (a sort of summary of the third noble truth of buddhism, meaning dwelling happily in things as they are). i guess both sayings are my ways of telling me to chill the f out sometimes, and remember that the bad times will pass, or that i need to better seize the good times since they are often fleeting. i feel like either of them would have a continuing relevance in my life. but then i remember that i will be 50 someday. and what will i think of a white tattoo on my wrist? who knows. what i thought was super hella cool 10 years ago is pretty much way not cool now. but the other part of me says that by the time i decide i don't want my barely visible tattoo, the technology to get rid of it will be cheap and probably commercialized. maybe i can get a starbucks and blast a tattoo all at once! that'd be awesome. so the vacillation continues. one negative point: lindsay lohan has a white tattoo on the inside of her left wrist. add that to the way not cool side.

Meet Huggerton

ok to start with, i am not one of those girls that names her stuffed animals or various other things names like snugglebugs and puffinface. i swear. example: pete won me a stuffed monkey at a dart booth at a memphis fair, and i named him phil. not phillysmooshyface, just phil.

today though, the naming had been done for me. meet huggerton the bear:
he showed up today accompanied by these:
huggerton brought me the flowers safely, and is now keeping phil company in my room. i think everyone should have a little huggerton in their lives.

Luck

i think i had other things to write about, but they kind of all left my brain. all i can think of right now is how lucky i am. i just...i'm really lucky. not to be a mushy girl or anything, it's just really all i can think about. so that was a boring post, but it's just where i am right now.