Thursday was a red letter day. No, it seriously was. I, for the first time in my entire freaking adult life, flipped an omelette correctly without breaking it into weird shaped pieces. I know for a lot of you this might not be something. But, this was a major culinary breakthrough for me. I have experimented with a myriad different things now. Have cooked a diverse range of food items which look good and taste even better. But, when it came to reproducing that fluffy, eggy wonderfulness that my mother made for me I have been a failure. I have tried several different things. More butter, less butter, greased pan, un-greased pan, more stuffing, less stuffing, you name it and I have tried it. But, the results have always been the same. Failure, utter total failure. It was depressing and distressing. Looking at that eggy mess on the edge of my plate instead of the neatly folded omelette made me consider going for therapy. But, not anymore, I have flipped two of them now, on consecutive days. And although I am no expert yet, I am getting there. Thought I should share the thoughts and feelings with you'll. Now for some statistics, about a million omelettes are flipped everyday. a couple of million others are unsuccessful at the same venture. I seriously feel like the member of a freaking elite club now. So, that was Thursday.
It has been a long week and we decided to unwind on Friday. Started at the Globe and did a pub crawl stopping at Little Kings, Manhattan and Max Canada en route. It was a fun evening. Too much drinking, crazy conversations and a little too much nicotine. Well, I guess once in a while such nights are needed. Manhattan makes a rather decent sangria and Max Canada has air hockey. I love air hockey. Although I lost both the games to our new faculty member who helped me stay afloat and drunk in spite of my depleted finances. Well, he is from a country that swears by hockey, so there is that. The night ended at the greasy grill. And it ended at five in the morning.
And so we woke up hungover on Saturday (why is that a surprise?) and decided we needed to go to Atlanta. And so we did. Walked around Piedmont Park, watched a wedding, headed to midtown, walked up and down Peachtree and down 5th and through parts of GA tech and then drove back. GA Tech has cooler buildings and a much bigger and better bookstore. One of my fellow country-men had made crepes and that was the next stop and then there was the long drive. And all this ended at 4. Thank god I am not hungover this morning because I need to put facts and figures into my system and pump out the same. Going to be one of these adventurous academic days.
It has been a long week and we decided to unwind on Friday. Started at the Globe and did a pub crawl stopping at Little Kings, Manhattan and Max Canada en route. It was a fun evening. Too much drinking, crazy conversations and a little too much nicotine. Well, I guess once in a while such nights are needed. Manhattan makes a rather decent sangria and Max Canada has air hockey. I love air hockey. Although I lost both the games to our new faculty member who helped me stay afloat and drunk in spite of my depleted finances. Well, he is from a country that swears by hockey, so there is that. The night ended at the greasy grill. And it ended at five in the morning. 
And so we woke up hungover on Saturday (why is that a surprise?) and decided we needed to go to Atlanta. And so we did. Walked around Piedmont Park, watched a wedding, headed to midtown, walked up and down Peachtree and down 5th and through parts of GA tech and then drove back. GA Tech has cooler buildings and a much bigger and better bookstore. One of my fellow country-men had made crepes and that was the next stop and then there was the long drive. And all this ended at 4. Thank god I am not hungover this morning because I need to put facts and figures into my system and pump out the same. Going to be one of these adventurous academic days.
So, that was yet another crazy weekend. It was kinda fun actually. Rejuvenating in many ways. It was mostly random. There was no serious planning and that is fun. Plans kill inventiveness and make life uninteresting. Glad, we did not take that route. Alright, I will shut up now and get on with life. More will follow and soon.
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