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It's all greek to me....

So I think that this might be the last bit of catchup I have to play. This is of course more than a week old by now but it's really hard sometimes to get into the right mood to caption these pictures. This is ecspecially true when I'm not sure what the real value of doing any of this is. I mean, sure, one day 10 years down the line I might find it interesting and nostalgic to be able to look back on this and read my impression of what occured at the time....but it's just as likely LJ will die between now and then and all of this will be wiped away. Nothing on the internet really seems to last and you'd have to be a fool to think that LJ will always keep your entries safe. All it would take is one good fire or system crash to neuter most of the angsty ramblings of god only knows how many emo wankers.

Anyway, speculative complaining aside, I mentioned in the previous catchup entry that we had planned dinner at the Parthenon the saturday before last. It was initially supposed to be a quite large event. Not only would my family be there and John and company from the d&d group, but trip and candi had also said they would show and it was always possible that oatmeal would pop over as well...though based on past performance, sorta unlikely. I had also extended an invite to anne and her friend sunday. In the end when I had been planning a group of up to 16, we had just 8 people. Trip and candi bailed, oats was nowhere to be found, luigi was out of town, and richard and sarah were caught in traffic and couldn't make it through the lake effect snow and gridlock. I was supposed to give Anne a ride to the event, and I had thought that with the expedition, it would be no problem to transport everyone. What I hadn't counted on was the expedition was already mostly packed up with boxes and all I had was the taurus which would never fit six people. I offered to stack my sisters on top of one another to make room for her but in the end she demured. It turns out the sunday couldn't make it because she had a busy schedule going including a stint on jury duty.

So in the end it was me, the family, john, melissa, and butch and I thought things went quite spiffy. The family and I ended up gtting to the resturant around a hour before the reservations. We had been up at vietnamese town because my mom had wanted to show my grandma the place and even the most generous person has to admit there's really not much to see. We ended up sitting at the resturant bar for around 40 minutes before everyone else showed up. From there we kept waiting for another 30 minutes or so until a call from richard told us he was caught in traffic and that we should start without him. It wasn't until we had finished the meal except dessert that he called to say that there was no way he could make it up there in time and had just decided to go home.




Connie and my mother.



Butch and John.



John doing his kilroy impression. This is actually sorta interesting. My entire life I had seen that little cartoon of the guy with the big nose peering over the wall but never had any idea what it meant. I figured it was just some generic funny face that people drew. I had no clue that it had a tie to the millitary nor any of the backstory that went along with it. After john had sketched the basic idea, I actually went online to search for more info. Here is a site that lists some of the legends about the origins of Kilroy and here is a story by the BBC about him.

Excerpt from the BBC story:

Near the end of World War II, Adolf Hitler was absolutely and completely paranoid regarding one insurgent in particular. This individual seemed able to get into everything and anything that was thought to be secure in Nazi, Germany. He (Hitler) ordered his best men to begin actively searching for this super-spy and all troops were commanded to shoot and kill this menace.

The 'spy' Hitler was looking for was none other than Kilroy! GIs in occupied territory and spies in the German Army were vandalizing Nazi bases and equipment with the Kilroy logo and its well-known slogan. It wasn't intended as anything more than graffiti and a prank, but by the final year of Hitler's reign, he was convinced Kilroy could penetrate into any secure area and feared for his own safety thinking Kilroy was certain to kill him.


Heh.



Me



Shelley and my grandma.



John and Butch



Me and Melissa



You can't go to a greek resturant without getting that flaming cheese whozit. Saganaki? Well, something like that anyway. I took this picture backwards over my shoulder and I'm sort of proud that it ended up coming out so nice. A real action shot no less.



So Melissa wanted to order brains as an appetizer and then talked all of us into giving it a try. The only ones who refused to give it a whirl were my mother and grandmother which I found sorta odd. I was telling them that the chinese in general would eat anything and I found it strange they would balk at trying brain. I mean, even dogs aren't safe in some parts of china, nor turtles nor hamsters nor...well, you get the point. Okay...i'm not sure about the hamster thing but I wouldn't put it past them. This led to a discussion with my grandmother about why they don't eat brains and then about how thousand year old eggs are created. Piss and concrete seemed to feature into the process quite prominantly. I'm not sure if it's that they're far more disturbing than I thought they were or if it was some translational issue.



John going to try a piece of brain. Which, I have to say really was not very good. It was weird and chewy and just blech overall. I certainly didn't want a second piece.



Mom and connie



Shelley and grandma



John and butch.



John and melissa



Group photo #1



Group photo #2.




A couple of post dinner funnies.

It turned out that no one out of my family really cared for the greek place. They had nothing positive to say about it. I didn't find htis out for quite a while because their first question when we got into the car and had driven off was is that girl (melissa) bulemic? Heh, they were like, she ordered two entrees! Will she go and puke it up? When I commented that I had certainly scarfed down more food their take on it, rightly I guess, is that I look it. I never got around to telling melissa this, though I'm sure she would have thought it was a hoot. As for their take on everyone else...they thought john was good looking and seemed bright. Hey, anyone can have a day of poor perception. I don't remember exactly what they had to say about Butch, it's simply been too long.

Oh well, so that's that. I think I'm pretty much caught up on pictures. Other than a few shots of the empty apartment I'm sure no one wants to see.
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