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Memorial Day wrap up

Its memorial day today. The day the United States remembers its war dead... and there are plenty of wars they've been in and plenty of dead to remember. Now, its not like I have seen a memorial type mindset here, like Remembrance Day back home and frankly, it surprises and saddens me.

Back home, we used to wear poppies at least for our war dead. I mean, even if you didn't really think about what sort of sacrifices they made in the name of King and Country, you wore a red poppy as a sign of respect. Here, I see lots of sales of things, mattresses at Matrress Warehouse, Nissan cars in some place in Gaithersburg or some (sounds like alligator country)... It is also allegedly the beginning of summer here and the weather sure is a testament to that.

Anyway, I could rant about war dead for eternity, so I will leave that one alone for now. So, what did I do for the long-weekend? Let's see. I left work early (it was after 5 but not that much after) and went with a bunch of Canadians to watch the latest part in the series Pirates of the Caribbean. I didn't watch the first 2, so this one was a bit interesting and boring at the same time.

We had dinner at this Latin place at the water front before going to actually watch the movie (though we went to get our tickets first, and as it turned out, the movie sold out). The food was okay... and since I am on a major budget (you'll read about how I blew that in a second), I didn't go for anything fancy. My quesadillas were fine, nothing extraordinary. We had a whole lot of what looked like high school grads sitting around us, all dressed up in suits and things. Allegedly, one of the girls that passed by was wearing some interesting mixture of clothing, though I didn't catch what and didn't quite get the story. Maybe someone else can elaborate on that.

Anyway, so we went to the movies with about 30 minutes to spare. Good thing we did because space was getting to be a premium for 7 consecutive seats.

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