100% Lily-Typed [Lily]

(Before I start typing up this blog entry, I’d like to tell a certain person that this is 100% Lily-Typed. Now, I don’t like to say any names, but someone (ahem; Mr. Dan Brown) has thoroughly insulted me by thinking that I was not the one who is writing these blog entries; and that my father is. I would also like to tell that certain person (Mr. Brown; listen up) that because I am rightfully appalled that he or she (he) would even think to doubt my superior knowledge, I am expecting a long, solemn apology.

Oh, and I’d also like to thank Mrs. And Miss Brown for never doubting my blog entries.)

There. Now that I’ve set Mr. Brown straight, I will write my actual blog entry. Normally, I’d be writing about the Thanksgiving dinner thing we went to, but I have collected over time that both of my sisters seem to write about the most easily thought up topics; so I will tell you two things that aren’t as obvious.

The first thing I’d like to write about is an interesting story about a pizza place we ate dinner at in celebration of Your Humble Narrator Sr.’s entering of his fifth decade of life. The pizza place is called Fire and Ice, and not only does it have the same name as the pizza place we went to five years ago in Katmandu, Nepal; but as it turns out, the Italian owner just decided to move the restaurant’s location from Katmandu to Kolkata. But anyway, the owner wanted to have fresh Mozzarella cheese to make her pizzas; not just not-as-good, who-knows-how-old, packaged cheese. So she gave some money to some women in poverty, and with that money they bought some cows. Then, she taught them how to make Mozzarella cheese. And now, every day, they send her fresh, delicious Mozzarella cheese which she puts on her scrumptious pizzas.

The second thing I’d like to tell about is the odd similarity to the way some of the taxi drivers here drive, and the way Ernie drives the Night Bus. For those of you who don’t know, the Night Bus is a three-story purple bus in Harry Potter 3: Prisoner of Askaban that zips around everywhere real fast. Obviously, the taxis here (or at least the ones I’ve been in) don’t have talking shrunken heads or anything, but they do drive really fast and make sharp turns and swerve all over, cutting in front of tons of cars, and then slam on the breaks and end up like, two inches from hitting the car in front of them. And some of them do try to squeeze in between two cars, even if they can’t magically grow thinner to go in between them. But if you really think about it, there are a lot of similarities between the Night Bus and taxis in Kolkata.