Africa is dangerous.

A and I had a quiet weekend this weekend. We just realized that the only places we went to were malls. On Friday night we went to Riverwalk Mall to celebrate a friend's birthday at Spur. Spur is to American Indians what Outback Steakhouse is to Australians. Only I think Spur actually makes less of an effort to be authentic. I had "enchiladas" with "sour cream" and "guacamole." And rice.

At one point the waitstaff brought over a dish of ice cream with a sparkler stuck in it and sang a birthday song.

On Saturday, we went to Game City mall. Game City is the equivalent of any mall in the U.S. and as a result, not that fun to visit. It's expensive! I found a ridiculous light-green safari hat I wanted, but it cost $20 and in the time I took to think about it, the store closed. Oh well.

Also, I think someone tried to pick-pocket me in Game, the grocery store. But the attempt was pretty half-hearted.

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The spices here have names like "chicken spice" and "beef spice." Are they for flavoring chicken or chicken-flavored?

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On Saturday night, we socialized with A's external hard-drive and watched four episodes of Veronica Mars in a row. Show's kind of jumped the shark in season two, but more importantly, should comfort food television be this creepy?

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Africa really is terrifically dangerous, but not for the reasons you might think.

Africa is dangerous because of these!


Thorns! Aren't they terrifying?