Mexican Food, Palm Reader, No TP

Finally, Tum Tum has been satisfied by good Mexican food! Last night, my friends and I had dinner at Zarela Restaurant, sampling each other's dishes of tamales, chilaquiles, enchiladas and fried plantains. I seriously thought my stomach was going to explode...

After we headed over to Opal, a restaurant/bar with a dj and dance floor, but before we got there, a man passing out fliers for palm reading struck up a conversation with my friend, convincing her to go see his clairvoyant employer. (He also works at a phone store and was able to convince my other friend to check out the new phones.) My friend said that if he could persuade the psychic to read her palm for $5, then she would go. So we walked to the palm reader's street-front office and waited outside, but in the end, my friend didn't want to do it. Darn, I really wanted to see the lady's crystal ball!

This morning I left my friend's place (in the city) to go home and noticed that the traffic police would stop pedestrians from crossing to let cars pass through. Those cars belonged to UN Diplomats (their license plate says so). They get VIP lanes, which were blocked off with cones, while all the other cars sit in traffic. I want my own lane!

In roomie news, we haven't had toilet paper since yesterday morning. Each person takes turn to buy toilet paper but someone didn't do his part. I get home and the same sad empty roll is still hanging there. Good thing I already used the bathroom at my friend's place this morning.