The word fondue likely strikes terror in the heart of the common man. A man of my generation does not cross a fondue pot often or at all. So it was with great trepidation that I attended a fondue restaurant last night to wish Kim a fond farewell on her move to Wisconsin. I will say this: its damn tiring eating fondue. You have to be the goddamn chef, and there’s rules about how long to leave whatever in the pot, and you can’t put this on the grill because it would wreck it (the grill), and meanwhile you sitting over a boiling stove that’s built into your table. Meanwhile you’re expected to dip apples in cajun cheese, and oranges in chocolate. I mean, don’t get me wrong here, the meat was awesome. Ostrich filet mignon, wild turkey, shrimp, ahi tuna. All very good.
In other news, Tony Hawk 4 is goddamn awesome. I can’t adequately express how fun the game is, and I suck at it. Casperson told me that Dan can do tricks that last 5 minutes or something, which is quite an achievement since mine only go for 3 seconds max. I’ve done some sweet stuff though, like grinding a rail, jumping on a storefront’s awning, then onto a goddamned telephone wire where I grind across the street until I land on the top of a brick wall where continue to grind until I reach the end. Whew, that was something. I think I picked up 15,000 points for that little gem. Anyways, Tony may become a lost cause on November 18th, cause Metroid Prime is dropping and I’m buying it.
The carpet cleaning went well on Monday night. The major stains are not gone, but they are slightly lessened. We have invoked a “no shoes on the carpet” rule in the house, as apparently we happened to live on the “easiest-to-stain” capret in America, if not the world. The whole deal cost about $33.04, so it didn’t break the bank, which is good.