You know, they should really tell you ahead of time if food is going to expand in your stomach.

Yesterday was Lindsay's 26th birthday. To celebrate, among other things, I took her out to dinner at an Ethiopian restaurant, the Blue Nile.

Now, Lindsay and I had been talking about going to the Blue Nile for dinner pretty much every weekend for the past 3 months, but it had just never quite worked out. Last night, however, we finally made it there. As it turns out, it's only 5 minutes from our house. We did not realize that it was so damn close.

The food was wonderful. Everything is served on a spongy flatbread that you also use as your utensils. Interesting. Probably not a good first date restaurant in that it can be messy, but damn, the food was good, the drinks were fantabulous and the wait staff (one guy) was really friendly to us. The food and the service reminded me a little bit of Indian food, which I also enjoy, it tends to be slow, but I think that's just the way it is when you dine at such a joint.

The bottom line is that I was so incredibly full from all the sponge bread. It expands in your stomach... a fact that I found out after eating all that I wanted.

I wasn't full enough to turn down some No-Bake cookies later on, though. Damn. Food is a good thing.

Eric, you mean they is such a thing as Ethiopian cuisine? Ain't they all skinny ovah theyah in Afreeka?

Pardon me for a moment while I try to contain my laughter at that oh-so-original take on Ethiopian cuisine. I'd have never, ever, never, thought of such a thing on my own.

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Sunday, the Timberwolves had their final stand. 6th straight year of one and done.

I love love love going to playoff games. I love it. They're so much more fun than regular season games, which I also dig... dig? The crowd gets so electric... Good times.

The officiating at the game was apalling. Dick Bevetta is the fixingest NBA ref out there. He singlehandedly put the Knicks in the NBA Finals a few years back. He always gives the favored teams the calls. It's so blatant that it makes me very angry. Hulk... mad. Needless to say, many ticky-tack fouls were called on the Timberwolves, KG, in particular. I know that they're not supposed to call shitty little fouls in the playoffs and I know that they're supposed to give the Superstars the benefit of the doubt, not get them in foul trouble.

Dirk Nowitzki, Steve Nash and Michael Finley: ouch. They're damn good. If they all keep throwing down like they did against us, the rest of the West is in trouble.

Where do the TWolves go from here? Well, it's 6 straight years of not getting over the hump. I've heard rumblings about trading Wally and trading KG... I don't know.

The KG trade scenario that I heard sends KG to Milwaukee for Ray Allen, Tim Thomas and Anthony Mason or Jason Caffey. That'd give us 2 young studs for one of the top 5 players in the game. Would that be enough value in return for KG? I don't really think so.

I hope they don't deal Wally for the sake of dealing Wally, either. It'd be nice to get something good in return, you know? Andre Miller? It's a possibility.

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In the How do you stack up against me section of the site: Here's a link to an online IQ test. I'm not sure how accurate it is or whatever, but it's fun, you know? To test yourself and stuff. I got a... drumroll, please... 147. Genius. Pure Genius. Riiiiight.

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Lins and I are finally refinancing our house and getting a home equity loan. That will help mucho mucho mucho. Consolidating is fun.

You know what else is fun? Looking at honeymoon vacation packages, that's what else is fun.

Turns out that Lindsay and I are engaged, if you didn't already know. Turns out we've been engaged since the middle of February. She asked me. No ring yet. No date yet. We're probably going to elope on a Pacific island, have a 2 week honeymoon there and then have a big bash in Mpls when we get back... at Mancini's.

Right then!

Love you all!
Eric