i'm not big on small talk. i'm actually very good at it but its not one of my favorite things in the world.
there are two fall-back conversation pieces that i pull out of my hat when i've had enough talk about what people do for a living.
First, if you were to die tomorrow, what would your last 7 course meal on earth be?
Second, what would you rather win:
- an oscar in your category of choice
- a grammy in your category of choice
- an olympic gold medal in your sport of choice
- an nba championship in any team of your choice (for boys) or Miss Universe
(for girls)
- a presidential election in your country of choice (i only actually added this last saturday when i asked leoy, adi and bachii this question)
i find that these two delightful and entertaining topics can be stretched for as long as necessary.
anyway, my answers:
7 course meal.
okay, im really not sure what comprises a seven course meal so i just made up my combination. also, there is a right here to dictate where the food will be coming from
soup: this fantastic orgasmic beef consomme with some pate-ish jelly-like substance that we had at Chef Landico's place at mona's despedida shindig.
cold appetizer: kilawin na oysters
hot appetizer: gambas from minggoys with bread to wipe the oil and garlic bits off the plate
salad: ceasars salad from the old marios
seafood entree: gigis chilean sea bass from C2
meat entree: my sisters pork adobo (cheap and babaw, i know, but its really the best)
dessert: the bread pudding with orange sorbet from le souffle with the dominican coffee that my tita serves.
Winning things
I would like to be the president of the United States of America. My decision has nothing to do with the west wing and everything to do with the american president. i want to be andrew shephard.
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