May 10, 2006 09:10
We had our program dinner last night at this fantastic Indian restaurant called Mem-Saab.
Seriously.
SO GOOD.
We started of with pompadons, then I split a scallop tandoori starter with Christina, and then came the main course of king prawn korma with three different kinds of naan bread. O. M. G. I think I'm still full.
My mission when I get home is to find a good Indian restaurant in Bloomington to serve me curries whenever I want them.
The socializing at the meal was great. I had a long debate with James, our program director, about the merits of the England World Cup squad. I was only able to do this because James has the same ideas about the ways Sven runs the England team as does Simon so I could easily regurgitate names and figures that I've picked up from my lovely boyfriend.
We also ended up in some debate with the Nottingham staff and James trying to explain to two girls that protesters generally aren't anti-America, they are anti-Bush and we got into this long discussion about how they are two completely separate entities that people often confuse. Honestly, I've never felt threatened or uncomfortable with anti-war/anti-Bush protests. I haven't seen many, and when I did I didn't feel like they were directed at me. I've had nothing but positive experiences with people here and have never felt like anyone was blaming me or singling me out. Others, though, feel like when people criticize Iraq they are criticizing Americans as a whole. We figured it out, though, that the people who feel like they've been mistreated are those who are Bush supporters! That makes sense, I guess, because then you feel like your beliefs are being attacked.
For the record I didn't think going into Iraq was a good idea in the beginning, but right now I think we're too far in to withdraw so the best thing to do is to support the troops and hope they return home safe and soon. Just because I didn't support the war initially doesn't mean I am a bitch. And just because I say we should support the troops now doesn't mean I support the war, it just means that I support them for doing their jobs and helping people. That's all. Please don't tell me that I think otherwise or else I might fling the nasty Punjabi drink in your face.
And yeah, if someone offers you a punjabi drink at an Indian restaurant you might think twice. It was yogurt with cumin and some alcohol. I had a sip and it made me gag and I had to spit it out. AT THE TABLE.
ANYWAY!
Dinner was fantastic. I earned £10 while I was there. I'm not a complete and utter uber-evil bitch. At least not all the time. And I want more Indian food. Now.