I turned 36 on Sunday. My parents said "where do you want to eat?" and I told then about the Ethiopian place on the penninsula. Not my dad's cup of tea, so we passed on Ethiopian, going to an old school steak house in Virginia Beach.
At 2am Saturday someone was stabbed in front of the Ethiopian place, and he's since died. Oddly, that doesn't affect my desire to eat there.
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It's currently 82 degrees in my apartment.