Pickles and beer

I went out with T today. We just walked to the mall and had some fun looking at the products in the Asian Mart. We couldn't decide whether to buy the "Sack of Sack" or the "Family Appliance" so we settled for some dried peas with wasabi and chilled black tea.

I decided to treat myself to a set of Betty Page fridge magnets from Metro. I love them. My fridge is now replete with the most provocative adornments. I wonder if I can get a Baking Soda Caddy in leopard print to match.

Afterward we went to Hess Village and settled in for an afternoon of people watching. The crowd was not as interesting as I would have liked. There was a wedding party that made a small scene while walking down the street. They were having the wedding filmed and the photographers did their best to keep along side of them to capture the special moment on film. Along the way, one of the groomsmen horked a lugi spit on the sidewalk. I think he forgot he was on film. I'm sure the newlyweds will be thrilled to see the footage.

We saw deep fried pickles on the menu and decided to give them a try. They were ok. Just about how you would expect a hot pickle to taste. They were breaded and came with "tadziki." Or at least that's what they called it. I've never had tadziki that tasted like sour cream and dill before.

Anyway, lunch did not agree with me. My stomach is seriously hurting from the pickles. I don't think T is doing much better. My advice: Do not have beer and deep fried pickles for a meal. Ever.