Curry problems and Monday night bar fun

This will be a kind of random entry.

The first topic is the yellow curry I made tonight, which is now (the entire gallon of it) resting peacefully in my trash can. It was one of those cooking experiments gone awry. Despite having all the right ingredients in the appropriate quantities, something was indeed "off". And when I say "off" I mean that something wasn't so fresh with regard to the component of meat that pulls the dish together. I thought it was ok during the prep stages, but upon actually cooking it, and later tasting it, I realized its future belonged with my curbside recyclables.

Ugh. We actually had to leave the entire pot of questionable curry on our porch for 4 hours to cool before we could throw it out. I am amazed the racoons didn't get to it before we could pour it into three layers of plastic bags to be thrown away.

Next topic: The Monday night bar scene.

Why don't the beautiful people of Berkeley go out to the bars on Monday nights? Wait, I'll restate that, why don't the general masses of people in Berkeley go out to bars on Monday nights? My roommate and I were the only people out there. We hit two very run of the mill places, Club Mallard and the Albatross, and there was hardly 10 people at each establishment! Despite the lack of qualified patrons, we had a decent night out. C's been away for a few days in Michigan, so we spent the evening catching up and telling one another our personal tribulations and triumphs. A fine Monday, indeed.

But work awaits tomorrow. I better head to bed.