Journalism Dinner
Tonight I went out to dinner with Mrs. King, Ken, Michele,
and Dave. Mrs. King wanted to take us
out to dinner for an end of the year Cardinal Newspaper
celebration. Go Journalism! The night was so much fun…too much fun
actually.
We were already talking up a storm in the car ride down (or up?). Mrs. King wouldn’t tell us where we were going; she wanted the restaurant she chose to be a surprise. She took us all the way to the town of Madison. It was a really cute little town. Nice streets and shops and stuff. So it turned out that the restaurant was The Main Street Café.
We walked in and it was so nice. Not fancy, I mean, yes, it was fancy, but it was one of those restaurants that was a cool type of fancy. Yeah, it’s 2am while I’m writing this, so I may not be making all that much sense. Deal with it! Anyway, the place was really cool. Our dinner was four courses! When the hell do I ever eat a four course meal? We ordered an appetizer: chicken quesadillas. They were great. That was followed by a really nice salad. Then I ordered the rigatoni in Alfredo sauce with chicken and Italian sausage. It was really good. Couldn’t eat the whole thing, so I took it home. Then, because we were having such a good time, we all ordered dessert. It was so funny because the waitress came around and asked if we wanted dessert, and I turned to Michele who was sitting next to me and she gave me this indescribable look. It was like conveying two emotions. I could see in her eyes that 1) she was pretending that she didn’t want any dessert (just in case no one said anything) and 2) she wanted dessert so damn badly but just didn’t want to be the first to say it. So I said, “Yeah, I want dessert,” and she freakin’ springs up and goes, “Oh yes, I want dessert too!” It was just too funny. Mrs. King and I had The Chocolate Avalanche Brownie with Spanish Peanuts (what the hell does their ethnicity matter?). SOOO damn good. Michele had the crembruleé (help) and I didn’t see what Ken and Dave got.
The five of us didn’t stop talking and laughing from the time that we got in Mrs. King’s car from the time that she brought us back to Pompton. I think we were really loud in the restaurant too. We almost closed the place. Can’t tell you what we talked about. What’s said at the table stays at the table (we all agreed). Either way, it was one of the most pleasant nights I’ve ever had and I shall not forget it anytime soon. You see? …Journalism rocks!
We were already talking up a storm in the car ride down (or up?). Mrs. King wouldn’t tell us where we were going; she wanted the restaurant she chose to be a surprise. She took us all the way to the town of Madison. It was a really cute little town. Nice streets and shops and stuff. So it turned out that the restaurant was The Main Street Café.
We walked in and it was so nice. Not fancy, I mean, yes, it was fancy, but it was one of those restaurants that was a cool type of fancy. Yeah, it’s 2am while I’m writing this, so I may not be making all that much sense. Deal with it! Anyway, the place was really cool. Our dinner was four courses! When the hell do I ever eat a four course meal? We ordered an appetizer: chicken quesadillas. They were great. That was followed by a really nice salad. Then I ordered the rigatoni in Alfredo sauce with chicken and Italian sausage. It was really good. Couldn’t eat the whole thing, so I took it home. Then, because we were having such a good time, we all ordered dessert. It was so funny because the waitress came around and asked if we wanted dessert, and I turned to Michele who was sitting next to me and she gave me this indescribable look. It was like conveying two emotions. I could see in her eyes that 1) she was pretending that she didn’t want any dessert (just in case no one said anything) and 2) she wanted dessert so damn badly but just didn’t want to be the first to say it. So I said, “Yeah, I want dessert,” and she freakin’ springs up and goes, “Oh yes, I want dessert too!” It was just too funny. Mrs. King and I had The Chocolate Avalanche Brownie with Spanish Peanuts (what the hell does their ethnicity matter?). SOOO damn good. Michele had the crembruleé (help) and I didn’t see what Ken and Dave got.
The five of us didn’t stop talking and laughing from the time that we got in Mrs. King’s car from the time that she brought us back to Pompton. I think we were really loud in the restaurant too. We almost closed the place. Can’t tell you what we talked about. What’s said at the table stays at the table (we all agreed). Either way, it was one of the most pleasant nights I’ve ever had and I shall not forget it anytime soon. You see? …Journalism rocks!