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So last night I went with Anselm and girlwithjournal to Koutoubia, which is a Moroccan restaurant on Westwood. I had to drink everybody's mint tea, because no one else liked it; and although I liked it well enough, it wasn't the best mint tea I've ever had. And then the waiter tried to pour more. (Well, he did pour more, actually, but it didn't get drunk.) And we're definitely getting girlwithjournal to like alcohol; she had a margatini. It's useful being over 21 when you go out with minors; if the waiter says "You are over twenty-one, right?" you can reply affirmatively with a perfectly straight face.

Since the restaurant was Moroccan, the waiters all spoke French, and since they kept slipping little random bits into their speech, it was difficult not to go ahead and practice my French. :)

Afterwards, I dropped girlwithjournal off at her house and got to a) meet filmgeek, b) see the famous snowglobe collection, and c) meet the adorable cat Marmalade to whom I am definitely allergic. Sorry, Girl. Oh, and you and filmgeek do look somewhat alike. But you look very much like your dad, even more so than I thought at first when I was comparing you with my memory of your dad.

Today we're headed up to Cambria, so that should be fun. And girlwithjournal also re-lent me Buffy season 1, so I can try and corrupt both Anselm and my father into watching it. Anselm's perfectly agreeable to this; my father will, by contrast, present a huge challenge. But I shall try, oh yes, I shall try!