Friday, October 08, 2004

lesson #8: where the chicken heart is

Yesterday I had a scary meeting with the sponsors of my scholarship. Maybe I shouldn't have gone Mambo on the Wednesday. I had no energy to network during the 'informal' meeting! And the HR personnel, a big boisterous woman, really knows how to talk. She talks so well she didn't seem to be familiar with the concept of stopping. I kept up the smiles and nods for the first hour, and after that I just sank lower and lower into the comfortable couch, hoping she wouldn't notice the glazed look on my face.


Afterwards, I lazed around at school for a couple of hours waiting for N to pick me up. We had a dinner reservation at 8. The place was a Brazilian restaurant located somewhere inside Sixth Ave. It was quite a special dinner... The restaurant only serves a buffet of all kinds of meat. They also have a salad bar. You can go and take baby corns, potato salad, mushrooms and even salmon rolls from the salad bar, and then you take your seat. The staff will come to you every few minutes, carrying a huge slab of whatever meat they had just cooked, and will offer it to you. So basically you just sit, and wait for them to bring the buffet of meat your way, and you just kept eating and eating until you're full. We ate lamb chops, chicken, beef steak, bacon, ham, sausage, lemon-flavoured fish, and (my favourite) chicken heart. They also served us a side of cheese bread, with mozarella cheese inside. I'm telling you, that place is an Atkins dieter heaven! I could've incorporated it into my Comms presentation... ah well. Anyway, although the food was delicious, I didn't really survive long. I gave a lot of my portion to N.


Speaking of N, he dressed really smartly last night. He told me it was his prom getup. I felt kind of guilty that I didn't make more of an effort in terms of my clothes. I should've worn a gown or something. He also gave me an MP3 player as a present. Thank you N, for the night and for everything else.