Tripe

In today's newspaper, I found out that the Bolivian equivalent of the WWF is very different. Whereas the US WWF is consisted of disturbingly buff men with shaved heads, grimacing with their veins popping out of their bullnecks, the Bolivian WWF consists of very healthy sized women, resplendant in braids, pumps and national garb of shawls and skirts. I think I'd watch that, just because it's always interesting to watch properly dressed ladies beat on each other...maybe not...
So this week has been very leisurely, as compared to last week where I worked way past 6 everyday. I've left pretty consistently on time this week. Well, I left around 7 on Tuesday. I stopped by my boss's apartment to drop off his laptop and tape measured. I got to see the apartment which previously only existed in blueprints, and got to meet the wife that calls every so often. She's very into different cultures - I asked her a bunch of things about Italy and she asked me a bunch of things about Chinese culture. Most of my answers might be somewhat off, since my parents aren't exactly what people call traditional Chinese parents. Talking about Chinese culture made Lauren want Chinese food, so we ordered Szechuan. Or rather, they wanted to see what real Chinese people would order, so they had me pick. I must say, that's some good Szechuan food - I have to ask them the location so I can drag my dad and my sister over. Real spicy stuff, I drank a ton of water. And the best part is they weren't shy about trying really different foods, so I ordered the ox tongue and tripe, which mom and dad always get, and the ma po tofu which we sometimes get. If I wanted to go all out and get wierd wierd food, I'd have ordered duck tongue except 1) I don't eat it, 2) I doubt they would either, and 3) it wasn't on the menu.
And then I took my first lone cab ride ever, all the way back home. The cab driver drove quite nicely and we chatted real estate. An aspiring grocery store owner, Fa-something-or-other got a 15% tip and a good luck before I practically sprinted back to the apartment at 11:30 at night.
And then I talked to Ben until 2 am. And then I overslept the next morning by two hours. And last night Ben called at 11:30 and we talked until 12:30. I really must stop staying up so late...