last night andy & i went to walpole and he got some brewing stuff, since it's too hard to coordinate w/his boss, so he's just going to do it at home. then we used our Phantom Gourmet gift card (finally!) and went to
The BBC. our waitress was the kind of waitress you'd expect to see on TV waiting tables at a diner, or a truck stop. she was about 1,000 years old, had that gravely voice and hair a shade of red you can only get by dying white hair bright red. ironically her name was violet.
she carded us "cause she has to card everyone" (she offered this on her own, we don't complain about getting carded) looked at our ID's and said "wow. you people are really old"
i damn near died laughing. i guess i should be psyched that we look so young for our age?