The thing I miss most about NYC life is the food and the food culture. "Going out" always revolved around food, and the cuisine choices were endless. My small, "Upstate" town has some good eats, but it's not the same -- less quality variety. (I suppose it's actually a city, but after one lives in the Big Apple, everything else just sort of becomes a town. Funny, I used to call my old roommate a NYC snob, for having the same philosophy I've now taken on as my own.) Also, though I've made good friends since I've been here, not too many of my single friends are that into the dining culture. Our fun times revolve around way-too-late nights imbibing more than I ought to (also fun, of course!). For the most part, I'm a pretty content single gal, and have no qualms about doing things alone. But eating out solo isn't quite the same because half of the fun is the accompanying conversation.
Enter, Karen. Karen just started working where I used to work. I had plans with my friend Margaret, who still works there, and she brought Karen along. I was all excited because Margaret (who unfortunately I don't get to see very much) was game to try Ethiopian food. She apparently tried it once many moons ago, but didn't remember much about it. I haven't had any since I left the City three years ago, and have been itching to try a local place I recently learned about. I love meeting new people, so I didn't care about Margaret inviting Karen along, but I imagined having to forego the Ethiopian for another date -- around these parts, it's not that easy to find people who are into ethnic foods. Imagine my glee when Karen, who grew up near Seattle, affirmed that not only was she game to check it out, but that she loved Ethiopian food. We had an amazing meal and stuffed ourselves silly, and had a lot of laughs. Also, Karen and I discovered that we have a lot in common -- including our love of ethnic food, and food in general. Thus, we quickly exchanged phone numbers and promises to hang out and check out the local eateries. It's always grand to meet a fellow foodie!
I finished my gloves earlier in the week after having some issues with the finger tips unraveling when I was weaving in the ends. I'm not quite sure why that happened -- maybe I did something wacky while I was binding off? I ended up just sewing up the tips because I couldn't be bothered to figure out what I did wrong. I was able to hide my patch-ups because of the dark colorweave. I've also noticed that on the first glove, I didn't pick up my stitches quite as neatly between the index and middle fingers, so I've got a hole that I haven't gotten around to fixing. All in all though, I'm happy with how they turned out, and now that winter has returned to this corner, I might even get some use out of them.