(It was nice. I liked it.)
Bryan called. I guess he was feeling lonely/bored so he invited me over to his house for dinner. Since the house is still heavily under construction, and we have no kitchen, the thought of a nice home-cooked meal was just too good to pass up. Seanie had gone home to Morgan Hill, but when Bryan called him next he decided the prospect of a social evening was worth coming back to San Jose.
When I arrived at 9:30, Bryan was still cooking. He made me a drink (blueberry juice, sprite, blackberries....something else?) and we chatted 'til the curry was done. I razzed him a bit about cooking rice in a pot on the stove (why would you not own a rice cooker???) and he gave me grief for my general uselessness. Always the hallmark of a good night, right?
Chicken, curry, zucchini, squash, and brown rice. Good stuff. He gave me this HUUUUGE bowl (he's a 6'2" Nordic giant, and I didn't think to explain that my tiny stomach couldn't possibly eat the same amount of dinner that he enjoys) of food and even though I stuffed myself to the point of bursting, I think I finished less than half of it. How embarrassing. But he gave me a tupperware container to stick the remainder in, so now I have lunch for tomorrow. Huzzah!
Seanie has a funny dynamic with Bryan. He both likes the guy, and is intimidated by him, because at 25, the same age as us, Bryan has accomplished much of what remains a pipe dream to Seanie and I:
- Bryan has a career. He is a drama teacher at a local high school. That's a sweet gig.
- He owns a house, although his inability to hold onto a renter is a never-ending source of grief.
- He's very confident, something Seanie's been struggling with lately.
Basically, Bryan's where you're supposed to be halfway through your second decade. Meanwhile, Seanie's stuck in a job he hates and I'm just transferring out of junior college. I'm generally content in my rut, but Seanie's not.
But enough of that downer. At any rate, it was a grand ol' evening.
