Spring Break: Stony Brook

Delayed flights are a nightmare. We read, ate McDonald's and Justin even managed to keep me from buying Obama gear as we waited. Regardless, our flight eventually departed and I got the best seat on the flight. The only downside was that Justin had to sit by a stranger, while I sat in the very front of a row with single seats. After departure, I gazed out my window, observing the beauty of the clouds and fell asleep. Once we arrived, we rented a card at Hertz and drove to Stony Brook. The freeways in NY are much slower than freeways at home.

Stony Brook is very woodsy (if that is a word). Its very mountain-like with one lane roads and ancient looking gas stations. I am certain that it is a beautiful place, but I personally am not a fan. The area seems too uneventful, and I fear being bored. Justin on the other hand, loves it here. On top of not liking the area, I drove around campus while waiting for Justin for half an hour. Finding parking proved to be a difficult task, and I decided to sit and wait for someone to leave near me. After waiting for ten minutes, a man walks up to my window to let me know that he was leaving. I put the car in reverse and waited for him to pull out of the parking spot. Suddenly a jeep comes around the corner. The lady in the jeep then proceeded to pull into my parking spot. &*!%$!! In pure anger, I pulled up behind her and she would not get out of the car. I yelled at her with the windows closed and in her side mirror, I could see her yelling back. I gave her the finger and drove away. I am not a fan of Stony Brook. Did I mention that already?

We ate dinner at an Indian restaurant called the Curry Club. I ordered tofu tikka masala and Justin gave in and ordered the special of the night. At the table next to us, the man was brought his dinner. It was a huge piece of lamb leg or something-very similar to the whole piece of meat with the large bone cavemen are portrayed to eat. Justin turned to me and said, "I hope that's not what I ordered." As we wait, he begins to realize that there is a good chance that he and and the man next to us ordered the same special. He was absolutely right. The waiter brought Justin his own plate of a lamb leg in a red sauce which Justin described as looking like blood. He ate it, but at one point he looked over at my delicious tikka masala and made a sad, jealous and regretful puppy face. At least his garlic naan was spectacular!