Evening Out

So there I was, doing nothing but browsing the Internet in a bad mood and wasting time. I was just a lump on the chair, decaying slowly. Well screw it, I went out to eat Japanese food with my mom but not the "too Japanese" kind. The authentic stuff is for special occasions.

I like eating at Rai Rai Ken. Its a nice Filipinized Japanese restaurant. At first I was afraid of eating there because I might turn into a huge Japanophile nerd or something but the food is actually good. Today I had a crunchy salmon roll and spicy beef ramen. The salmon roll was delicious. The beef ramen was supposed to be with a sweet sauce but I told them to spice it up. The cook apparently thought it was an insult to him and his mother because it was so spicy, I forgot what it was like to have lips. My nose was crying and I think my ears might have been bleeding. Anyway, it was a great meal. Nothing like spicy food to pimp slap you in your face and tell you to stop being such a depressed whiner. It's the broth and the stock that makes a good ramen. I love spicy food. I've been using red pepper in my dip since I was a little boy. Hell, there was chili powder in my baby formula.

We walked around the mall a bit afterward, my mom and I. We went to a bookstore called Fully Booked. She went to the look at cookbooks and other womanly stuff while I went to the comic...I mean, Graphic Novel section. A single book is more expensive than the meal I just had and considerably less tasty too. I noticed that Fully Booked has a lot of staff. It seems like they got a clerk in every isle. What do they need all those people for anyway? Books aren't that heavy. I hate people standing around looking over my shoulder when I browse. It's as if they're judging me for being in the manga...I mean, Graphic Novel section. The comics, ahem, Graphic Novels are for uh, Young Adults like me too. Like many, I'm delusional and would like to believe I'm young AND an adult too. Nothing nerdy about being in the Graphic Novel section. No sir...

It turned out to be a nice evening, proving once again that I really need to get my sorry ass out of this chair more.