September, 15, 2007, a date that will live in infamy. We were all too busy to cook and host so Preston proposed Mai Village Vietnamese Restaurant on University Ave. There we risked Mad Cow and Footh and Mouth by ordering the Bo 7 Mon; seven courses of dead cow. Then we repaired upstairs for the tour of Vietnamese antiques now owned by Hoang Doan [?], who has everything imperial that the Commies got rid of (one way or another): vases, tables, carvings, ceramics. All priceless and last sat on and drunk from by Bao Dai himself. Who would have thought, driving by, that old Hue was just aove your moonroof?
Then Marianne tendered her resignation and the rest of the MIMDC future hangs in the balance.
