Location: Albertson's on El Camino
Cute Guy Factor: Zero
Bags: 8
Number of Trips to the Car to Bring Bags Up to Kitchen: 1
Items Needed, Not Found: 1
I love to go shopping late at night. I used to go shopping at midnight when I was living at home a few years ago, but my favorite midnight shopping spot has since closed down it's late night hours. I'll explain why midnight shopping is the bomb, but let me explain what I was doing at this fine establishment tonight.
We are having this faux Iron Chef competition in my office tomorrow. I, along with the Center leadership, are going to compete for the affections of our staff using two ingredients: Coconut and Red Peppers. I fucking HATE bell peppers. Anyways, that being said, my team and I have chosen a menu of delectable Filipino delights to share with our staff. However, one of the teams has been meeting in secret, and planning behind closed doors. Let it be said that I'm not 100% behind the Iron Chef idea. It's a crackpot idea that someone came up with simply because he's a foodaholic (PUT. DOWN. THE. FORK.), and I dont' feel like I can pull myself away from my work to cater to someone's folly. But I'm doing it.
Did I mention the winner gets two days off?
In the last few days, one of the teams has been getting up in my face, literally, telling me "You better watch out, we plan on bringing it to another level." "I just want to let you know that you're up for some stiff competition." And it's not just charming little comments....It's becoming very very competitive, and mind you, I'm not too keen on competition at all. So if someone's going to get in my face about it, I tend to shut down and not want to participate. If I don't, I'll just talk HELLA shit back. Bad, bad, bad. So finally, I told one of the opposing team members, the captain, even, "Look, don't get in my face about this. I don't appreciate your threatening behavior that comes out of nowhere."
He freaked out. Apologized profusely.
"And another thing, I don't appreciate your team going around saying these things to others from out of nowhere. This is a friendly competition, not one that I feel has to intimidate other people." Someone slipped a me a note under my door when we were meeting "Good luck, you'll need it." WTF. But maybe I'm being too sensitive.
Who cares, I think they're being assholes.
So anyways, that's what I was doing at the market so late at night. I bought some of the supplies that we'll need to put together a small Filipino 3-course munch fest. I don't care if we win or lose, all I know is that I'm going to have fun regardless of their drama. I just wound up telling people, "We bought supplies that you can't even pronounce."
I love to go shopping late at night because::
- There's hardly anyone there.
- The mystique of how the food gets put out intrigues me.
- There are some pretty good looking people there (like myself yah right). Cute guys who have to shop late because theyr'e too busy to do it earlier? Hubba hubba.
- Lines? What lines?
- People are interesting at midnight.
- Did I mention the cute guys?
Iam sad to report that there were zero cute guys tonight. Oh well.
At any rate, it's time for bed, and I got some cooking to do tomorrow. I'll give you the results tomorrow.
Voodoo
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