I slept over at Nick's yesterday. His apartment goes by another name, House of Toys. It's contents are what one might find in an adult toy box. Among his action figures and video games, we had a fancy Indian food in front of the television: Curries, nann, and rum floats. The addition of soda and alcohol added to only the best features of American culture in this cross cultural fusion of globalized foods.
We stayed up watching Tank Girl until late in the evening. In the morning, I walked to work donning the blackest of black sunglasses -half hung over from the all the food and fun.