Basically, the outline of my search for myself up to this point. But back to softer issues...
Reason for why I've been out for most of the day: graduation. Not mine, but my step-cousin's. Really uneventful. A row of AZN pride advocates sat in the row infront of me who became really annoying halfway through the ceremony. What was worse were the people sitting two rows back; constantly jeering, shouting, and that damned horn of theirs really gave me a headache. Strange thing though, there were ten valedictorians and one saluditorian. And one guy out of the whole bunch. Hm.
Afterwards, everyone in the group went to eat at this Brazilian steakhouse. Walking in it seemed really... dead. There was only one other party there (two guys having a lunch date) and the owner was working as the only waiter. Later, she revealed that it was their first day of reopening after some renovations and they hadn't had time to find suitable waiters. None-the-less, the food was absolutely amazing. I had a blackbean soup which tasted a bit chalky and a bit bitter; with my strange taste, I liked it. Then, we had the main course which was a series of meats served to us literally off the skewer it was cooked on. First, a sausage which was crispy and spicy on the outside but very juicy inside. Second, turkey marinated and smoke-cooked which almost melted in your mouth. Third, beef cooked to different degrees. I got the part that was medium done with just the right amount of marbling in the meat. Absolutely delicious. Last was pork, but I could care less for it. As a side for the meal there were several platters of stewed potatoes (very good), something fried which was a mix between fried tofu and hash browns (good too), rice, and buttered broccoli. To finish off the meal, I had a Guava-flavored soda with a higher caffeine content level than red bull and some really good flan con leche. Satisfied completely. How can you tell? I'm actually writing about it.
Really should be working on my other pages, but that'll wait.
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