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Oh man I just had the fanciest meal of my life. Which, I dunno, may not actually have been that fancy to some people? But I mean we got CRANBERRY SORBET PALATE CLEANSERS and new silverware for every course and it was all very new and impressive for me!
Unfortunately I was stupidly lured in by the menu and got an entree that was not especially glorious. Remarkably, Juliette, who was by far the most out-of-place person in the entire restaurant, managed to order a tenderloin special that was like the best dish on the table. I got a tiny morsel and, oh my god, I finally understand what people mean when they describe some piece of meat as "melt in your mouth." Shit.
It was a surprise, early-birthday dinner for my mom from one of her very good friends, with whom we have been staying since the 23rd and taking advantage of in every way possible, in our own benign way. Anyway, there was a woman playing piano in the restaurant, and the friend in question got her to play a song for Mom--something from a collection of Charlie Brown Christmas music, of all things, which she plays nonstop at our house around the holidays. Naturally, she burst into tears. Awww.
It's been a good day. I let myself buy a jacket just because I thought it was sexy. The jacket was sexy. I'm afraid that I detracted from its aesthetic qualities somewhat.
Anyway, uh, I am fucking tired. Gonna go to bed now.
Unfortunately I was stupidly lured in by the menu and got an entree that was not especially glorious. Remarkably, Juliette, who was by far the most out-of-place person in the entire restaurant, managed to order a tenderloin special that was like the best dish on the table. I got a tiny morsel and, oh my god, I finally understand what people mean when they describe some piece of meat as "melt in your mouth." Shit.
It was a surprise, early-birthday dinner for my mom from one of her very good friends, with whom we have been staying since the 23rd and taking advantage of in every way possible, in our own benign way. Anyway, there was a woman playing piano in the restaurant, and the friend in question got her to play a song for Mom--something from a collection of Charlie Brown Christmas music, of all things, which she plays nonstop at our house around the holidays. Naturally, she burst into tears. Awww.
It's been a good day. I let myself buy a jacket just because I thought it was sexy. The jacket was sexy. I'm afraid that I detracted from its aesthetic qualities somewhat.
Anyway, uh, I am fucking tired. Gonna go to bed now.