||[Jun. 1st, 2006|10:35 pm]
My step-sister and her family are moving to England, so last night we got together for a farewell dinner. We went (on my brother-in-law's moving-expenses per diem for the new job, huzzah) to Yak & Yeti, an Indian restaurant that I have to remember is pretty close by, because they have a nice buffet.
It seems I'm an expert on ethnic cuisine relative to the rest of my family. I got to give my little brother advice on taking math classes for college credit next year. (Calc 3 is neat, take linear algebra instead of diff-eq because it's a gajillion times more interesting and useful.) I remembered not to eat the gulab jamun (the donut-holes in syrup) for dessert, because it's so sweet that I always regret it, but I enjoyed the mango custard.
Tonight, the boys drove up to Boulder and we had dinner with Chuck/Jessica and her colleague Victor, who are in town installing mobile phone technology -- or would be, if they weren't instead sitting around waiting because the local company they're doing it for doesn't have its act together. Plus, more snafus mean that they're commuting every morning from Greeley down to south Denver. Oy!
We had tasty Chinese at Golden Lotus; the green beans were especially good, and they brought us complimentary green tea ice cream.
Tomorrow will be all about frantically trying to get my poster updated so I can get it printed before I got to Galveston, which is complicated by the fact that I'm going to Boston in a week and only going to be back for a day between trips, ack.
Give us a call if you're ever want company at Yak and Yeti. Zanon has an addiction to their rice pudding and the rest of us love the restaurant, too.
You know, I've always been dubious enough about "Yak and Yeti" to not try it. It, well, isn't obviously endorsing itself as a reliable restuarant from the outside, and well, add the ethnic-factor, and the potentail for disasterously bad, and so I was, well, waiting until I'd heard from someone whether it was good. So, now, 2 endorsements! yay!
And, diff-eq, sigh. yuck.
Differential equations convinced me to major in linguistics.
And with a name like “Yak and Yeti”, did they at least have momos on the steam table?
Sadly, no momos. I actually didn't see anything identifiably Tibetan (even though it's an "Indian & Tibetan" restaurant) in the buffet; I wonder if it's just on the menu...
Good call. I was adding Math as a second major to English, and, well, it was my last semester, so, I just put the blinders on. I've always had an interest in linguistics, in fact, mostly, I always just saw math as another language. While I could've taken Greek and Latin, linguistics wasn't an option at my college.
Probability! Probability! Vector calculus is useless [um, unless you're going to study physics], but probability is all about life.
And yeah, diff-eq blows chunks. Real analysis!
One of the square dancers in Toronto last weekend was from Denver and said he knew you when I did the 3-degrees of sep-bear-ation thing: Paul, I think (there were 200 people there) Cute, red-headed and -bearded ottery type in the gay motorcycle club and knows you through the 4x4 club? Or is there another Beemer in town?
He said good things about you. If he sees you, there should be a hug-by-proxy coming to you. In the meantime,
I've never even been near a 4x4 club, so it must be someone else! Good to know that whoever he is, he's got a good rep. =)