If you’re?affiliated?with MHGS in any way, shape, or form, chances are you’ve eaten at the Park Pub. And if you’ve eaten at the Park Pub, chances are that you’ve ordered or at least tasted their hummus plate. I’m a big fan of the hummus plate and always feel conflicted when eating there. Do I get the hummus plate or something that comes with fries? Usually I opt for the hummus and steal Josue’s fries.
Tonight I was watching a TiVo’ed episode of Friends while cleaning. Yes, that’s what I do on Halloween, I dress up like a maid and actually clean. I take my costume very seriously. The episode was the one where Ross is giving a speech and no one is ready. In the episode, Phoebe?gets “the hummus” after hummus is split all over her dress. Seeing that yummy chickpea concoction all over her yellow dress really made me crave Park Pub’s plate, but because I’m slightly afraid of driving on Halloween (children are everywhere and I’ve already filled my quota for hitting people with my car), I decided to make my own. I’m the first to admit that my cooking skills are lacking, but my homemade hummus plater was delicious and (gasp!) better than Park Pub’s.
WHAT?
I know! But here’s why:
1. No olives meaning no olive juice running all over the plate tainting other things.
2. Metropolitan Market pita – the best pita I’ve ever tasted.
3. No feta cheese – the thought of it makes me throw up in my mouth.
So here is my one and only post about the election unless Josue cries on election night and then I will post pictures.
Kottke linked to the above video today and it made me smile. If Sarah Palin could really dance like that, I might tap that too.
I’ll be so happy when the election is over. We have TiVo so I don’t see the TV commercials, but I’m sick of reading headlines about Sarah Palin’s wardrobe and Obama’s relationship with Ayers. Although I must admit, I love those interactive electoral maps – I could watch those all day especially if they really could make Michigan bounce.
Also, I’m glad I don’t live in Florida anymore. I think I’d go crazy with all the campaigning there.
In December of 2004, Josh and I were in New York visiting my sister and brother in-law. Since it was my first time in NYC, I wanted to hit all the major tourist spots – the Statue of Liberty, Central Park, Empire State Building… Close to the top of the list was “See a Broadway show.” We had heard from a pretty credible source that Wicked was the play to see.
Being the poor college kids we were are, our hope was to win the Wicked lottery and only pay $25 per ticket for front row seats (instead of the $75 for the last row in the theater seats). If you’ve never heard of the lottery, it’s exactly what it sounds like, a lottery. You can enter your name in the pot once to win two tickets. We knew it was kind of a long shot so we made back up plans to see the less-expensive-but-still-fantastic-and-worth-seeing Lion King.
So Wednesday morning at 9am we arrive to the theater and put our names in the lotto. Two hours later we were back for the drawing. They only have enough tickets for 12 people to win, so about 150 people would go home unhappy; the odds weren’t good. Names 1-11 were neither Josh Blanco nor Nicole Knox. We were putting on our coats to leave when out when from the lips of the lotto master came that last lotto winner’s name. It was Josh’s. Out of 175 people, his name was picked. He won the lotto for us.
Then there is the tale of my Aunt Cheryl who won a trip to Hawaii for her whole family through a school fundraising raffle. A FREE trip to Hawaii, now that’s luck.?
I’ve never really won anything like that in my life unless you count the time I won six cakes during the 3rd grade cake walk. I know that sounds great, but I’m not really a cake eater – after one slice I’m done. So aside from some cake, my?habit of raffle entering hasn’t really paid off. I’ve never won?that free t-shirt, iPod, or trip to Hawaii.
But today luck came to me and my habit paid off. Today I entered into the world of winnerdom.
Last week was SPU’s Day of Common Learning where students and faculty could go to seminars on the topic of beauty. During the sessions you were able to enter your name into a raffle for something. I didn’t pay attention because I knew I wouldn’t win, but I never miss a chance to win free things, so I filled out the form and stuck it in the envelope. Today, the glorious day that it is, I received an e-mail informing me that I was the winner of a $300 gift card to the SPU bookstore. It’s no trip to Hawaii, but it is books for a quarter or two. It could have been an SPU keychain and I wouldn’t have cared. All that matters is that I won!
