It’s 3:30AM and I am sitting here, blogging, waiting for my laundry to dry. While the rest of the East Coast gets threatened by a rainy Nor’easter this weekend, the weather in NOLA looks like a solid sunny 70s. I’m overpacking, that’s for sure, but I figure it’s better to be prepared. Besides… if it fits in a piece of carry-on luggage, it can’t be that over-the-top, right?
Tonight, after I got out of my Fiction Workshop, I met a few friends for dinner at Cafe Habana. After an absurd wait of almost an hour and a half, they squeezed five of us into a booth meant for four. Sure, we might be a group of tiny Chinese American kids… but that doesn’t mean you can pack us into a small space like sardines in a tin can. Ironically, I ordered the Baja style fish tacos, stuffed with beer-battered catfish, and they were kind of tasteless. Rice and beans were good, tostones were delicious, but the maduros were burnt and inedible. Even the corn left us a little wanting. The past two or three meals at Cafe Habana have been kind of mediocre and tonight was no exception. I’m thinking this is the last time I eat-in. Take-out has never disappointed me, and maybe I’ll stick to ordering corn when it’s summer and in season.
Afterwards, in lieu of drinks, we headed to a cafe on Prince Street for coffee and dessert. I know, I know! Passing over alcohol? Coming home early to do laundry? I swear I have the soul of a 40-year-old. We gossiped over birthday cupcakes and cappuccinos, and made tentative plans to try to attend one another’s graduation. I am somewhat in disbelief that we are all graduating. It really does feel like it was just yesterday that we were all in Lincoln Center, wearing our green and white caps and gowns, anticipating our high school commencement. Funny how quickly time flies!
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