Disclaimer: Contrary to what it may seem (and what my momma claims), I don’t eat out ridiculously much. However, I’ve just been so busy recently that I completely fail to remember to take photos of my normal day-to-day meals. It’s only when I head out to a restaurant that I get excited and remember to bring my camera.
Anyway, so we threw a fat party on Friday, complete with chocolate body shots. Scandalous, right? I would post pictures but I’ve promised certain people *cough* Momma! *cough* that I would censor myself and keep this blog PG-rated.
Instead, teaser photos!
And Saturday inevitably was spent cleaning the apartment and revitalizing oneself. The best way to do that?
Dinner at La Med. Ah, indeed, it never fails to make me happy, especially when you dine with a cutie like this one:
The best thing about sitting outside was noticing that the pet store next door had a window display of the CUTEST baby bunnies ever. I wanted to take a picture but I had to elbow a few five year olds out of the way first. And then their parents got all mad at me.
It’s utterly perfect that Alex is French, because he was able to name all of the cheeses right off the bat. And if I remember them correctly: feta, muenster, chevre, brie, and white cheddar.
And as always, my happy and stunning plate of salad, hummus, spinach and feta phyllo, levant sandwich, cheese karni, dolma, and more fruit and cheese!
Typically, when I have dinner at La Med, I always head next door to Ici for ice cream, but I was utterly stuffed and couldn’t possibly indulge in even another mini bite of anything. In any case, we managed to digest our food a bit quicker by trying to convince people that Alex was kidnapping me during our walk home.
Needless to say, have you ever heard of the Kitty Genovese case (a.k.a. bystander effect)? It could be accounted to me trying to sniffle laughter instead of enthusiastically crying/screaming, but almost everyone who walked by us and saw Alex holding me in a [fake] chokehold and me frantically fighting to get away quietly averted their gaze… ONE GUY EVEN CROSSED THE STREET!
Jerks. Now I’m scared of Berkeley.
Question: Do you think Bystander Effect exists?