Happy Easter!
I went out to lunch with my parents today. We went to Moxies on 17th ave. At the end of our meal, I was coming out of the Ladies washroom as my Dad was entering the Men's washroom, and we were making fun of my mum for not realizing the upside down Moxie's "M" is meant to look like a "w", to label the Women's washroom... As my Dad walked in, following right behind him was some dude, and I was distracted by his lip ring and didn't see a waiter coming around the corner holding three full plates. It was such a cliche. I think the cherry on the cake was the bowl of ranch that landed on my rack, and as the waiter was reaching to take it from it's booby resting spot, I looked at what he was reaching at. It fell on my toes (I picked a fantastic day to wear open toed heels... lol). He didn't pull his hand away fast enough and he accidentally grabbed my shirt instead. He apologized a lot when I came out of the bathroom, and I shook his hand... and then as I was leaving, the Manager at the bar gave me a $30 gift card.
Nothin like ranch between the toes, I tells you! Who wants to go for drinks at Moxies tonight?
Nothin like ranch between the toes, I tells you! Who wants to go for drinks at Moxies tonight?