Bombay Hangover

[stiffie]

Last night my roommate Sarah and I took our roommate Marci out for dinner at Bombay House, a really, really amazing Indian restaurant near our home. Marci's birthday was on Valentine's Day (coincidentally I took her out on Valentine's Day to the same place because we couldn't wait to go this weekend), and Sarah and I made her a cute little coupon

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[krisology]

remember how we tried to go there once but it was closed? I still haven't been. WHY WON'T YOU TAKE ME?!?! WHYYYYY???????

For the record, I do love Cafe Med, which you introduced me to, but I WANT INDIAN FOOD NOW.

So next time you get a hankering please please please please please please please please please times infinity call me because I SO WANT TO GO. and make fun of your flirtation. Maybe the Condo Guy was wanting to um, hook up with you later. Le raaawr. ;)

[krisology]

Also, Toby is my secret weapon and most restaurants. Especially ones with foreign servers. With waitresses he flirts shamelessly, and with the men he is just super nice and polite and talkative. Combine this with his redonkulous big big blue eyes and his curly golden hair and they are charmed into ... feeding us? But I've never gotten free naan out of this so, hmm. Clearly I must train Toby better.

No, I am not ashamed to admit I use my child. Mwahahaha.