3rd week. 21st of September
Our school district is currently on Strike. For the 8th day. This blog (at least right now) isn't about being political, so for now our opinions on such matters will not be discussed. This post is about a date. A date we went on because the mood simply called for it, because we didn't have school and a general lack of a schedule.
At noon this morning, when I (Hannah) awoke, I stumbled up from the dungeon into Clara's boudoir to talk of the day's events. We made a trip into downtown Tacoma to look at yarn shop and treat ourselves to a Pumpkin Spice Latte. If you have never indulged in a Pumpkin Spice, you really should. Its like magic. We came home, clipped pics from our fall issues of various fashion magazines and chatted about how we would dress if we had buckets of money lying around. I brought up the idea of eating Indian for dinner and it was quickly decided that we would go out that night (which at that point really was only an hour or two away, for I had woken at noon if you recall...).
Eyeshadow was applied and lipstick was carefully smeared. Shabby shoes were slipped on, and we were off. Upon arriving at Indian Mahal on 19th we were kindly offed an alcoholic beverage, which we declined and then giggled about once the kind gentleman had walked back into the kitchen. We dined on scrumptious samosas, chicken curry with basmati and sumptuous garlic naan whilst sipping on steamy chai tea. However, the food was not the best part of this evening. The kicker wasn't even that our sever definitely assumed we were on a date. For me, it was that I was "the dude".
I was looked to to order, to pay the bill, I was given the take out box and was asked all the questions concerning our patronage. Upon sharing my discovery with Clara, she promptly burt into laughter. We passed some sultry looks and quips, and soon it was agreed upon that if this were a date, it would be the 9th one. We were acting much too comfortably for it to be the first or second. We must also have been co-workers or something of that nature simply because we know far too many of the same folk. So there you have it. We are now lovers.
This date was the impetus for the blog. The rhyme that gave us reason. This curry laden date will go down in our friendship's history as "The 9th Date". I'm sure our future children (who will be smart, funny, and gorgeous, just like us) will hear of it every thanksgiving round the table. Some of you reading this may ask "Are you two really so naive that you should think that after you graduate high school and start real life you will still be in touch?" To that, I answer: Yes. True love knows no bounds.
Yibbsy Out.
