DUCK CURRY

It's been 2 hours and 19 minutes into my 34th year, and I don't feel any different - just a little heartburn from Thailand. And just about now, the best gift happens - it's raining. (I'm stepping out for a minute here.)

Ten years ago I would have been in the rain, actually, I thought about it, until I got distracted by the water falling from the gutter onto the Cooper. Then just like that, the magic was gone. I started worrying about the car's paint job, and then mosquitoes starting feasting on me. I went in.

That's just my point. O how I miss the spontaneity of my 20's. Now that I am 34, it has to be Combination Pad-Thai, Tom Yam Noodles and Pad Puket.

However, I thank God for my Pastors Butch and Robert (both are my seniors of course). Had a talk with Pastor Butch tonight at Starbucks. Talking with this guy - you gotta hang on tight. It's like running with bulls in Spain. You walk away giddy, shaken and feeling like Rocky all at the same time - in a soul level I should say.

And then there's Pastor Robert. Most of the time, men his age are a bit easy to define. Then there's this guy who can perhaps do a 5 hour lecture on 5 Point Calvinism without notes just as passionately as he could expound on all that you need to know about Rock and Roll. At the moment, I'm listening to a CD he lent me by a Japanese-jazz-funk-hiphop-fusion-band called Sonic Bloom.

Next time, I'm ordering the Kaeng Phet Ped Yang, please.