I was at San Antonio Shopping Center in Mountain View today, buying materials for my Halloween costume. I was sitting there, looking through catalogs, looking for a pattern that remotely resembled what I was looking for. Awful, sappy music is playing on the speakers, and then — duh du-du-du-duh duh du-du-du-du-du-duh-du-du-duh — Blue Orchid starts playing. Um, why are they suddenly playing rock? And good rock at that? After that ended, they went back to cheesy music, but still…?
After I was done there, I went over to the Vietnamese restaurant there, since it’s really popular, and I’d never been there before. The food there is, from what I had really good, and it’s very efficiently run. It’s kind of impersonal, since you just tell waiters what number you’re ordering and they type it in on a little key pad, but I don’t really mind, being rather anti-social myself. But you know, one thing I don’t understand is bubble tea. What’s the point of it? Why would I want chewy, tasteless choking hazards in my sweet, fruity tea? Some of the drinks they have there intrigue me, though — salted plum soda, three course of bean soda (it comes in green or pink). I’ll have to try one of those next time.
