An Ethiopian Experience

I had actually turned my computer off and was coming upstairs to get ready for bed when I realized that, you know what, I actually had a few things in mind to blog about. I figure if you're already planning your next blog, or if you actually have a good idea of what you'd like to talk about, then really you should do it right then and there otherwise it just won't happen.

So yah, I thought I would talk about what I did this evening because it was kind of fun. I took an African Environment and Society class last semester, and it was a brand new class being offered at the last minute. Since it was so last minute, there only ended up being about 15 of us in it, which was really quite nice if you ask me. Anyway, our prof in the last week of classes was telling us about this new Ethiopian restaraunt that just opened up in Saskatoon, called "Saba" I believe... I think that is what it was called. Someone suggested that we all meet there for dinner one night, so guess what we did. We all went for dinner at the Ethiopian restaraunt. Just about every person showed up. In fact, I can't think of one person who didn't come, besides one guy who moved back home for the summer already. That is so weird that everyone came! Before I got there, I was like, oh my gosh what if nobody shows up, and I have to eat dinner with my prof?! haha I honestly would have died. I really don't know anyone in that class all that well, besides the guy who didn't come and one other girl who did come. You kind of chat in class or whatever, but anyway it was very funny that 15 people and a prof all spent the evening together. It was interesting, they brought out big platters, that the people sitting across from each other shared. Without utensils. At first I was sitting directly across from my prof and I couldn't believe I was about to share this big plate of food with him of all people there, why am I sitting across from my prof. Anyway then the two girls eating the vegetarian plate had to move everyone so that they were sitting across from each other, and I ended up eating with this girl Ashley who, again I don't know, and happens to be as picky of an eater as I am. So here we are, eating our Ethiopian food (tasty... kind of a curry like feel to the food, it was quite delicious), and we're eating with our fingers of course. Then they bring us Ethiopian coffee in a cup as big as a shot glass, and I take a sip of it without cream and sugar, and frick it was the strongest coffee I have ever tasted in my life, I was like geez I'm gonna be up all night! It was delicious though once I put a bit of cream and sugar in. An Ethiopian woman sat beside us and roasted the coffee beans in a clay pot, and it was such great coffee. Anyway of all the people there, Ashley and I eat the least, not because it was bad, just because there was a lot of food and yah, it was just a little bit different, and the Ethiopian owners are like, what is wrong? too spicy? i have more in the back, do you want? eat! eat! fricken eat! Okay they didn't say fricken eat. But we were like oh man this is kind of embarrasing, and I was trying to get the guy beside me to eat some of ours but he had already eaten all of his and he was full. But I still got him to eat my lamb. Yuck I hate lamb, Ethiopian or not. I have another story about eating lamb but I will not tell that tonight. At the end of the night, it was $10 each, and the prof decided we should each give him cash and he'll pay altogether. Little miss depend-on-interact here did not have cash, and I have to write the man a cheque for ten bucks! I am the only one who wasn't carrying cash. Does anyone else find that strange? Anyway I go to pull out my chequebook and out comes my LaSenza bra card for all the class to see. That was slightly funny. I think I recovered quickly. All in all, it was a fun night. I got to get to know a bunch of really fun people that I wished I had gotten to know before the semester ended. So that is too bad. It made me think I shoud be more friendly to those around me because I might just meet a great friend.

And thus, the moral of my story:
Be nice to strangers. Just don't get in their cars. Even if they offer you candy.

Well I am done sharing what I wanted to share.

I go to work at 8:30 am starting tomorrow. Every day, up at 7 am. Sigh. Goodnight.