Story Time with Mindy

Story #1: Kelsey and I decided to visit this little Thai restaurant down the street called "East Wind." Upon entering we were overwhelmed by the cute atmosphere. Though this story is not about the establishment particularly, it would not hurt for me to recommend this place with the greatest of affability and admiration. I look forward to my return there. Continuing the story. I dyed my hair dark. (See The Look for further explanation.) During the course of the dinner our waitress stopped by our table many times to question me. First time: "Are you an actress?" Her thick accent made it difficult to understand, but after realization hit, I answered negatively. She said I looked like a famous actress from her country. Second visit: "Are you have Asian, half American? You look so much like the famous actress." Again, my response was negative. I don't think she really believed me because her Third Question: "Can I take a picture of you?" In which, she proceeded to take out her phone and get my picture. Fourth and final stop: (showing me the picture) "Is this okay?" Finally, I got to answer affirmatively.

Story #2: Kelsey and I were getting the oil changed in lovely Betty, and whilst we awaited this completion we proceeded to walk to the famed Peet's Coffee and Tea Leaf to get their delicious iced coffee and ice cubes. In passing we found Narnia.

I pause for dramatic effect.

Now don't be alarmed, Narnia is not, in fact, on Washington Blvd in Marina Del Rey. But there is a portal. We found it. See.

Story #3: Breakfast at Tiffany's party. My fake name was Jacqueline Shaw. Don't ask me 

why. I found a kitty named Frank and a dog named Bacon - though I called him Largehuahua, as he was the most ginormous of Chihuahuas I have ever seen. I discussed favorite ruling families with Robert Compton (fake name) - his is Alexander the Great and his father Pippin, mine is Tsar Nicolas II and his family of Romanovs. I spoke in a British accent half the time and a southern accent the other half. Again, don't ask me why. All in all a successful night of dressing up, dancing, and chatting.