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Join Me for Tea in MD

Doin' Time at the University of Maryland, College Park and had a few hours to relax today at the Ten Ren Tea House where I drank some stunning tea and ate a vegetarian stemed bun. But first I bought some comics including the delightful monster tale, ALL FLEE!

In fact, I will meet up with comic artist John Stephens tonight to talk about some possible projects then with blogger and cartoon artist Bruce Garrett tomorrow.

I still have an extra veggie bun and more tea if you want to join me. :-)

Comments

Jonathan said…
dang! tea and conversation sounds like it might be delightful!

j.
Encarna said…
Lovely photo! Sorry we missed your calls yesterday. (Our fax is being weird anyway). See ya when you get back.
Looks like a wonderful place - I love Teany in New York for tea drinking & Moby spotting - have you ever been there?

BTW - I won't say what I thought those vegetarian steamed buns looked like...oo-er.

What was in them?!
Dan said…
http://modern.prosaic.nu/080905i.jpg

In addition to having my little brother pose for a photograph, we also ate here.
belledame222 said…
oooh, bao. love love love. 'course I like the roasted pork (fat) variety, but the veggies are good too. esp. mushrooms. mmm.
Jennifer said…
Thanks for the invite to join you for tea! How kind and generous! :)

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