Bellevue, WA via Caldwell, ID
Dear Diary: tonight I had to decide between "Lil Jon Restaurant" (sic) and "Cucina Mama Mia" for dinner. Lil Jon advertised (in neon) "Cocktails," but I'm in a wine mood, so here I am in a strip mall Italian restaurant in Bellvue, Washington. I am The Happy. I made 2 CDs for the trip and I heart them. ("Here's you one chance Fancy don't let me down!") I want my vino. C'mon people. Tonight's special: Eggplant Parmeson (sic)! (subliminal message: wine! wine! wine!) Anyway. Idaho. I love it! (Oh whatEVER! My salmon has arrived and I still have not received my vino. WTF?)
[HUGE PURPLE STAINS ON PAGE HERE...]
OMG God has cursed me! As soon as the vino (finally) arrives, I reach for it and immediately spill it all over the table, myself and my journal! Ack! That's two interventions in the last 2 weeks! The first was when I was at H's house for dinner and was pouring myself my ONE glass of wine and two-and-a-half-year-old E piped up with, "WHOA, WHOA, THAT'S ENOUGH!" Ha! Worth noting that no forces seem to be operating against my intermittent binge drinking, so maybe moderation isn't all it's cracked up to be? Anyway.
Right. Idaho. We got the contract, so that means a week in Twin Falls! AKA H's hometown! How insane? (OMG worst service ever!) ("We loved a little, we laughed a lot, then you were gone, honey thanks a lot!") (Reiterating: worst service ever!) (And again!)
Right. Anyway. Idaho. (I am the only person in this restaurant who is under the age of 50.) I need a digital camera! Today, I would have photographed the parking lot of the Simplot factory office. It was like this:
I love my life. This restaurant, BTW and FOR THE RECORD, has The Worst Service of All Time EVER EVER EVER! ("And now you're crying in your sleep, I wish you'd never learned to weep!") Do you think "Unicorn" comes from the real definition of "Unique," that is, "unlike any other"? I wonder.
[HUGE PURPLE STAINS ON PAGE HERE...]
OMG God has cursed me! As soon as the vino (finally) arrives, I reach for it and immediately spill it all over the table, myself and my journal! Ack! That's two interventions in the last 2 weeks! The first was when I was at H's house for dinner and was pouring myself my ONE glass of wine and two-and-a-half-year-old E piped up with, "WHOA, WHOA, THAT'S ENOUGH!" Ha! Worth noting that no forces seem to be operating against my intermittent binge drinking, so maybe moderation isn't all it's cracked up to be? Anyway.
Right. Idaho. We got the contract, so that means a week in Twin Falls! AKA H's hometown! How insane? (OMG worst service ever!) ("We loved a little, we laughed a lot, then you were gone, honey thanks a lot!") (Reiterating: worst service ever!) (And again!)
Right. Anyway. Idaho. (I am the only person in this restaurant who is under the age of 50.) I need a digital camera! Today, I would have photographed the parking lot of the Simplot factory office. It was like this:
I love my life. This restaurant, BTW and FOR THE RECORD, has The Worst Service of All Time EVER EVER EVER! ("And now you're crying in your sleep, I wish you'd never learned to weep!") Do you think "Unicorn" comes from the real definition of "Unique," that is, "unlike any other"? I wonder.