The waitress knows kung foo

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Things that are not fun to return home to, number 3975: cat eating other cat's vomit.

Wonderful Indian dinner (shrimp vindaloo!)
“It tastes like burning.”
“I can't feel my taste buds.”
Dinner went long, so we did not get to see Coffee and Cigarettes.
Returned to Eric's neighborhood and wandered.
Stumbled into a bar where Klezmocracy was playing, but they seemed a lot more jazzy than what I expected (…from people talking about them? …from NPR? I am not sure why I thought I knew what they would be playing like). Anyway, as the evening progressed, it was less Klezmer and more jazz. They did end up playing a funky variant of Kashmir, though (but it took half the song to remember the name).

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