Yet, when Beetchie and I go out together, I am still surprised by the mishaps that occur when we're out together. But why should I be? The weeks have been crappy and meeting up with Beetchie at the end of it all should always signal some sort of disaster.
Don't believe me or need a reminder?
What about the raw squid or raw taro? That doesn't sound like horror to you? Well it should because it sure was horrible to us.
What about that almost awful head injury?
Exploding bakeries? Anyone?
And countless other events (including all of the Japan trip) that I am not recalling here; I am beginning to feel like a broken record.
So why so surprised every time something happens? Well, because it's almost unbelievable.
That's not to say that we did not have a good Summer last year when we got Doughnut Plant doughnuts for the first time...or Ippudo or went to see Scott Pilgrim. I don't recall anything odd happening and maybe that's just what the problem was. Again the built up pressure of non-happenings could no longer hold and resulted in Saturday Morning's events.
We went looking for Nom Wah Tea Parlor. On Google Maps, it appears to be right next to Joe's Shanghai but what we found next to Joe's Shanghai was this:
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