Last night I dreamt I was helping Zak and some of my other New York friends set up for a party. It was in a giant warehouse sporting goods store with long tall aisles. Olivia and some other kids had a table all set up with t-shirts for sale.
Zak and I decided we'd go to the video store and pick up some movies to project in the background while people danced so we hopped on our bmx bikes and sped off down the aisles. The concrete flooring and shrink wrapped palettes changed to linoleum tiles under florescent tubes and those changed to the narrow streets of a small town. A largely Chinese small town, something out of northern Laos.
The video store had mostly Chinese movies, and we picked a few with good fight scenes to go with the music. The best part of the video store was the noodle counter in back. You could get any kind of noodles, ramen, wide flat Thai noodles, bean thread. Any kind of noodles you wanted. As long as you wanted them with pork. All noodles came with pork... but you got your choice of any noodle. This was the best noodle shop around. I woke up hungry.
Posted by allison at February 21, 2006 11:55 PMsis, why do you love pork so?
Posted by: bro at February 22, 2006 07:19 AMAn oriental video store with a noodle counter. Brilliant.
Posted by: Tuig at February 28, 2006 04:16 AM