Monday, January 19, 2009

18 January 09

Jeff and I went to his friends' Chris and Kristina's place last night for port wine and baked Alaska (the latter of which I had never tried before). Their cat seemed to want to be around everyone, but didn't particularly want to be touched.


  1. What is a baked Alaska, anyways? Some sorta of Ice cream, right?

    ps: We share the same hatred towards slow walkers.

  2. It's ice cream inside of a pound cake (or shortcake? I dunno) with meringue. It was pretty friggin delicious.

    I work on Robson Street. Every day I go to work is a battle not to punch the person walking in front of me in the back of the head.