I joke alot about the fact that I am not normal. I haven't decided if I believe that or not but every so often I have an experience that makes me lean closer to believing. A few days ago, I went to Haka with my uncle and sister. (Don't be alarmed; this story is not about them so I am not breaking my rule) Anyway, we went for appitizers and drinks. My uncle ordered this deep fried chicken dish and it looked interesting enough. They were bite sized so I popped one in my mouth. I immediately regretted that decision. The poppers were sooooo hot. I know I know, why didn't I just spit if out? Well, easy answer...pride. I was sitting with my uncle who I respect highly and Haka is a really nice restaurant so I could not bear spitting it out. The result? I burned the inside of my mouth. Pretty severely I think. By that I mean there is a large red area inside my mouth and I cannot chew on the right side of my mouth. I brushed my teeth last night which resulted in me spitting out a mouthful of blood. Salt is like my worst enemy right now. It's right up there with ice which also burns! This has made eating and drinking that much more difficult. Anyway, that's not normal, right?
On an unrelated note, I saw Salt, Inception and Despicable Me. The obvious favorite by about a mile and a half: Despicable me. Inception was great, don't get me wrong. But I have not enjoyed a movie like DM since Up! GO SEE IT!
Update: Heading back stateside on Monday. Mixed feelings of happy and sad, mostly sad right now but part of growing up is doing things you don't really want to I guess. Being grown up really is not half as fun as growing up...
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