Friday, March 24, 2006
A delicious but exhausting Korean Barbecue dinner with Hansen, Meador, Trupe and Young. We accidentally ordered way too much food, and cooking it ourselves at the table it turned into a two hour process of constant passing and cooking and eating. Conversation couldn't get much past "have you tried this yet?" or "oh, better get that off the coals."
Trupe: I'm proud of us.
Meador: I love a meal where you're working towards something.
Hansen: A heart-attack?
Afterward we went to Goldie's and had a... heated isn't the right word, but very serious debate about the hypothetical centaur-punching-an-asteroid tattoo. Trupe is still dead set against it ("Meador, if you get that tattoo you'll lose me as a friend") and I think that, although tricky, it could be done right.
Trupe: Okay, Arnie, you like it so much, would you ever get it tattooed on yourself?
Me: Oh, no.
