went to KTQ’s graduation dinner yesterday at Buca di Beppo. i’ve been there a few times already and that place never ceases to amuse me. this is the first time, however, that i’ve sat in the pope room. it’s this circular room with pictures of popes lining the wall…and in the middle of the lazy susan is a glass-encased bust of the pope…wonderful. i wondered where his glowsticks were. i personally think he looks like a cross between Bush and Ross Perot (with normally sized ears). we kept on rotating the pope so that he would stare at people with those freaky plaster eyes of his. *shudder* gives me the willies just thinking about it. we wondered whether or not anyone has ever stolen a pope from Buca di Beppo…then we realized that it was too freaky to take. i mean…how long would you be able to stand having a plaster bust of a pope sit in your home and stare at you with those cold, steely eyes? ai yah. then again…maybe it would make a nice addition to one of those devoutly-Catholic Latino lowriders. think about it…you got this pimped up cadillac (with virgin mary decals all over) sitting on 13-inch gold-plated rims bouncing up and down on hydros with the pope riding in the back…perfect. heh heh…then we decided that someone should make pope bobble heads and sell them on the street whenever the pope comes to visit. hey…i’d buy one. the next thing you’ll notice about the room is its domed ceiling (sorry you can’t really see it in the picture). in accordance with the physics of sound, the ceiling was constructed and designed so you can hear the person sitting directly across the table perfectly. kinda cool eh? Chung kept on loudly whispering “kill kill kill now now now.” i rotated the pope so it faced Mahko (who sat across from me) and used my “galacticus” voice to communicate the pope’s threats. heh heh. seriously though, the pope room is a pretty scary concept. perhaps the room is haunted…i bet the pope comes alive, breaks out his glowsticks and starts raving after the restaurant closes. i can see him now…flipping around the kitchen while circular trails of light dance around him…it’s like a dream…a very crunchy dream.