I was walking to work this morning when a middle-aged slightly overweight white man with gray hair honked at me from a Cadillac and waved. I looked at him quizzically. He didn't look familiar, but, on the off chance that I didn't recognize a client or some other contact I'd made in the past, I smiled and waved back. I crossed the street, and, just as I reached the sidewalk, he yelled from his window, "Hey, honey! Where are you going? Need a ride?"
WTF? I practically ran away in my modified Mary Janes with kitten heels, which isn't the easiest thing to do in a construction zone. (This was the "hurry" part of this post's title, if you haven't figured it out already.) As I dodged potholes and uneven sidewalk cracks, I thought, "What possessed that guy to do that?" It's not like I was dressed like a hooker. I had a ponytail, and I wasn't even wearing makeup. I was wearing a simple black v-neck t-shirt and a somewhat iridescent diagonal striped light green, pink, and silver knee-length A-line skirt (it's quite fetching yet conservative, I assure you, despite the bizarre description).
It wasn't until I got to work that I realized the possible reason for the vehicular quasi-sexual harassment. Because of my weight loss, my skirt no longer sat as high on my body. It now slung somewhat lower on my hips instead of my waist.
Unbeknownst to me, I'd been flashing my midriff all morning. Midriff. Yeesh.
After this discovery, I continuously hiked up my skirt all day long, cautious not to bare my chubby white tummy anymore. Frankly, it still didn't really make sense to me, though. My pudgy marshmallow stomach really isn't very sexy. It's certainly not worthy of a honk and shout-out. What a lonely guy that must've been. Sad.
Well, on to the "curry" part. I'm all about stream of consciousness today. No artful transitions here. As the little girl on Kid Nation would say, deal with it! Ha!
The Monkeys had dinner with Mr. Monkey's family at Curry House in Little Tokyo tonight (again) (*sigh* -- Monkey Father-in-Law loves it). It's not that I hate Curry House. It's just that I love variety, and I love trying new things. I'm not one to go to the same place over and over and over again, but who am I to complain when Monkey Father-in-Law always picks up the tab? Mr. Monkey's relatives are all creatures of habit. Not adventurous at all with most things in life, including food.
Curry House that we always enjoy are the red pickles (great with rice) and the corn syrup (great to use in iced tea or iced coffee).
Everything is too spicy for him.)
Curry House is a nice place to go for a fast casual meal. You won't find excellence there (although a number of Yelpers might disagree, as they apparently think Curry House is phenomenal), but you will find reliable inexpensive vittles. Ah, I feel Dickensian. Vittles. Gotta love the vittles.
LOL! I beg to differ...modified Mary Janes with kitten heels and a pink skirt with your midriff showing...HOT ;)ReplyDelete
Dude you're HOT!ReplyDelete
Say it with me in that Paris Hilton voice! Don't be ashamed or embarassed. You worked (out) hard for that honk!!!
*dead* at the discovery of finding your hoochie skirt showed off your midriffReplyDelete
I can't help but laugh at your misery with the crazy guy :)ReplyDelete
For some reasons, I love the cream corn soup at Curry House. The curry is decent too, considering it's only $10 per plate.
Girl, you should be flaunting it.ReplyDelete
I haven't been to Curry House in ages. It still looks yum to me.
I want to try the curry house, it looks yummy.
haha! I couldn't help but giggle when you said your "white marshmellow tummy." You and me BOTH!!! But I'm sure you looked HOT! If you've got it, flaunt it girl. :)ReplyDelete
i think it's time to go shopping dear. or at least make a stop at a good tailor ;)ReplyDelete
You said old white guy, right? Asian fantasy maybe? You were walking in a hoochie skirt AND near a construction site...what about that doesn't compel an older (lonely seeking random hot Asian encounter) man to honk?ReplyDelete
P.S. Rice + little ones = mess I hate. At least she wasn't screaming this time.
You strut your stuff sista!ReplyDelete
Too funny!! Way to work it. ;)ReplyDelete
hurry curry is yummy.ReplyDelete
next time, try the hot fried pan or something like that. i forget what they call it, but you can order it on the side. it's pretty much a SPICY croquette. fried, check. super spicy, check.
vittles! whee! i think it's on my vocab list. or victuals, shall i say.
You just good looking, girl! Sweet! Be proud!ReplyDelete
And I agree about Curry House. Meh. Decent. And fussy rice eater would bug the crap out of me too.
I LOVE curry! Cam I just say I am so PROUD of your portiom comtrollimg!! Also, I hope you were wearimg leopard primt G-strimg umder that skirt. Heh heh.ReplyDelete
LOL! I about died laughing at this post. How dare you say you aren't sexy?! The description of the guy sounded pretty hot *lol*. One of these years maybe I will talk you into some bpics. :)ReplyDelete
i like vittles.ReplyDelete
and, YOU GOT HIT ON! sweet! (sort of)