The ice effectively closed campus and the recruiting station yesterday (and also shut down power), so after spending half an hour hacking ice from the Jeep, I was on the road and on my way to meet Alan at Ft. Indiantown Gap.

The roads were not as bad as I feared they would be (I imagined that I’d drive about 100 yards and retreat back to the apartment for the day!) — in fact, they were only slightly wet and decent enough that I was able to travel the speed limit  (while being passed by other vehicles, some of which were traveling at least 10 miles faster than I was).  The worst road I encountered was the tiny, curving road that leads to the PX.  It was sheer ice, as was the parking lot.

We ate lunch at the Cross Roads Cafe, a place I will never patronize again.  The waitress never wrote down our appetizer order, and I ordered a pasta dish with clams and white sauce.  I don’t know what the Cross Roads Cafe’s definition of “white sauce” is, but it seemed to me to be butter or oil with some slight flavoring.  Or something.  And the clams tasted rather off — granted, we live in a landlocked state and I know better than to expect fresh seafood, but seriously.  The clams were horrid.  The best part about the entire meal was the bread.  Yay.

Fortunately, dinner more than made up for lunch.  My mom and I first frequented Thai Cuisine during sophomore year, and it’s since become one of Alan’s and my favorite restaurants.  It’s an independent restaurant owned by a couple; the wife works as a waitress, and she’s very hospitable.  Last night, Alan called to ask how late the restaurant would be open.  When the woman learned that we would be a bit late, she said that she would stay open for us, even if no one else was there.  She’s pretty awesome.
The restaurant is small, and the soft lighting, mirrors and dark yellow walls lend a cozy atmosphere.
We usually order Tom Yum soup, but the Thai food is not “Thai hot.”  It’s very moderate for American palates (read: Pennsylvania Dutchified women who grew up on green beans and potatoes and have had Mexican food so few times it can be counted on one hand), so Alan usually asks for “Thai hot.”  The one-bite-and-your-nose-is-bleeding Thai hot.  Last night, we tried chicken pineapple fried rice and duck curry ginger, which were both delicious.  She added an extra bowl of curry on the side for the rice, as the rice is a bit sweet and nowhere near Alan’s preferred hotness.  The lamb curry is also delicious, which is usually what I order.  We also ordered Thai tea, a drink comprised of red tea, condensed milk and sugar.  It tastes a bit like rooibos.

Ending the day on a perfect note, Alan used his epic recruiting skills to garner me a job offer (which would be job number four, but who’s counting?) and a Mary Kay customer.  And!  I received an e-mail from Military Spouse Magazine — the editor liked three of my pitches, and we are going to discuss them today!