House of Tibet - 'under new managerment'
Sep. 7th, 2007 06:31 pmOn the way home I passed by House of Tibet at Teele Square and they have signs posted saying they will be closed for a few weeks and will reopen under new management. I took a pic and will post it eventually.
My girlfriend just dumped me there two weeks ago, now they closed down. Guess they couldn't shake the evil spirits she brought in there. I was hoping to go back there to help get over this relationship, but ah well.
I'll post when it re-opens, if Ron doesn't beat me to it :)
My girlfriend just dumped me there two weeks ago, now they closed down. Guess they couldn't shake the evil spirits she brought in there. I was hoping to go back there to help get over this relationship, but ah well.
I'll post when it re-opens, if Ron doesn't beat me to it :)
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Date: 2007-09-08 01:04 am (UTC)different
Date: 2007-09-08 02:11 am (UTC)I'm still sad their little unpronounceable cafe next door closed -- some of their wraps were incredibly unique and awesome.
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Date: 2007-09-08 02:49 am (UTC)and you're right, martsa isn't quite the same food. but it's close. and you know, you get dumped, your life isn't quite the same. but it can be close :)
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Date: 2007-09-09 01:01 am (UTC)Whoa!
Date: 2007-09-10 01:35 am (UTC)If this is any consolation...I have the best break up story: I knew I had to get away from this woman I was seeing recently - a real nutjob and possesive - ...so anyway ... she calls me and asks me to shoot over so we can do some silly shit in the square (she had always said I drank too much, so boozing wasn't on her mind). I say "ok...I'll be over in a few".
I proceed to knock down a quart of Pabst and roll/smoke the biggest joint possible (I think I used the herald sports backpage). For about a day my stomach had some serious issues (I had been eating all sorts of chili/beer/hamburger/hot dogs/beer/asparagus/beer - just really shitty stuff) and I knew that something ugly was about poking a big fat 'ol turtle head out of my ass.
Anyways, I get there and cruise right through the front door... walked in... didn't even say hi... I just hit the head and took the biggest BLAST of my life in her shitter... I did NOT flush... I just walked right out. Ny bye.. no nothing.
I swear her upstairs/downsairs neighbors were streaming out of the house when I looked back as I was halfway down the block. I never laughed so hard in my life.
So look on the bright side...I'm sure your ex will run into some ahole like me at some point. You just don't fuck with those tibetans.