Beef, Broccoli, and The Office

Lesley came over after work to watch a new episode of The Office last night. I called up Charlie Mom to order some Chinese take-out so we could grub while watching the show. I am still convinced that Charlie Mom is an extremely racist name for a Chinese restaurant, but I haven't really convinced anyone else of this yet. Anyway, after I placed our order (beef and broccoli for me, lemon chicken for Les Boss) the Charlie Mom asked what I would like to drink. Of course, I had to be an asshole while making my request. "I will have one Seeeeeee-hair-aaaahhh Misssssst and one Die-ette Coke-ah," I said (not in a Chinese voice, just a goofy one, btw). There was a pause, then Charlie Mom said, "So...two Diet Cokes?"
"Sure," I said.

The Office was an ok episode last night. Up until about a month ago, I was vehemently against watching the American version of The Office because I feel a strong loyalty to the original BBC version. Well, I happened to catch an episode or two over at Jake's apartment, and I was immediately hooked. The same dynamics exist in both series, but they've each got unique styles. Steve Carell's Michael Scott is not as well-rounded of a character as Ricky Gervais's David Brent, but he is just as, if not more, successful at making the viewer squirm. And I hate to admit it, but Pam and Jim (reincarnations of the beloved Tim and Dawn) are far more adorable than their British counterparts.
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So now I've made it a practice to catch every episode of The Office. If you're not doing anything next Thursday, come on over. We'll get Chinese take-out and slam some Diet Cokes.