Weekend Activities
Jan. 28th, 2006 11:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
livingdebI really don't know what to write today.
Robin took me to a Chinese restaurant today that he'd learned about from his co-workers. This restaurant has the best dumplings (pot-stickers) he's ever tasted. (Get the pan-fried pork ones. I don't remember what it's called, but if you head south on MoPac, take the Far West exit, and look for it on the right before you get to Far West, it's the building with a Chinese restaurant name as opposed to an office building name or an apartment complex name.) Their other food was pretty good, too--not too greasy, and the meat was not fatty, gristly, or tough.
We watched the movie "My Life Without Me." I liked it. It had a couple of wonderful surreal touches. And the main character made different decisions than I would have, but then these decisions are well explained and make sense for her.
I also went ballroom dancing where I sat out almost continuously for over an hour, then danced almost continuously for another hour, then a little more sitting and little more dancing and it was all over. The high point was when B. was too hot to dance, so I handed him a fan, so he danced (the rumba) with the fan. Every time we split up while I did an underarm turn or while we were doing cuban walks, so he had a free hand, he fanned himself. At one point R. thought this was unfair and ran up to give me a fan of my own. That was great (although I didn't take the fan).
Robin took me to a Chinese restaurant today that he'd learned about from his co-workers. This restaurant has the best dumplings (pot-stickers) he's ever tasted. (Get the pan-fried pork ones. I don't remember what it's called, but if you head south on MoPac, take the Far West exit, and look for it on the right before you get to Far West, it's the building with a Chinese restaurant name as opposed to an office building name or an apartment complex name.) Their other food was pretty good, too--not too greasy, and the meat was not fatty, gristly, or tough.
We watched the movie "My Life Without Me." I liked it. It had a couple of wonderful surreal touches. And the main character made different decisions than I would have, but then these decisions are well explained and make sense for her.
I also went ballroom dancing where I sat out almost continuously for over an hour, then danced almost continuously for another hour, then a little more sitting and little more dancing and it was all over. The high point was when B. was too hot to dance, so I handed him a fan, so he danced (the rumba) with the fan. Every time we split up while I did an underarm turn or while we were doing cuban walks, so he had a free hand, he fanned himself. At one point R. thought this was unfair and ran up to give me a fan of my own. That was great (although I didn't take the fan).