The original Sambo's is still in existence in Santa Barbara, w right on the PCH. [link] Apparently the name has nothing to do with the racist story--but they did choose to use it for branding, so it's still on them. We meet family from Northern Cal for brunch there sometimes, as it's halfway between them and us and the food is GREAT.
'Out Of Gas'
Natter 70: Hookers and Blow
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
If it doesn't address blowing or rolling, still not the device I need. ::continues with port::
I am nostalgic for mine. They can only use my left arm because of the lymphedema in the right. This week I've had two long infusions and three blood draws, plus medical science has found another form of tape that I'm allergic too.
Wow--I missed a great evening of nattering.
Ginger, medical science needs to be a bit less innovative for you.
Wow, that page is cutely defensive over their name. Go team Sambo!
Having the port shaves about 45 minutes off my ER visit, so I am quite a fan. Even if it does randomly choose to hurt.
I used to play strip trivial pursuit in college as well.
I think I only played Trivial Pursuit once in college. There was no stripping.
But I knew the answer to "What's the highest navigable lake in the world." My friends were all, "How did you know that?" I replied, "How could you forget about Lake Titicaca?"
(OK, this post was mostly so I could say "Titicaca".)
"We just like saying the name!"
Two Lies And A Truth is what we played in college, and it was SO MUCH FUN. Mostly, it was an excuse to hone our lying - I mean - storytelling skills. The more outlandish-yet-believable the stories, the better you were as a player.