Remember I was supposed to post reviews on places and all last weekend? Well, with the exception of two things -the weekend was very blah. Had dinner with a good friend at a place that makes you eat whether you want to or not, meaning the food was SO good we couldn't help but overeat. It's good to do every once in a while; ignore the bell that goes off when your stomach is telling your brain it is at full capacity.
We actually had a prime location table, able to observe the waiting patrons, the dining patrons and the staff. The place is in an intown location with a frufru clientele. Don't ask me why I was there, they don't even carry PBR, my friend likes that place. The clientele was almost entirely made up of a mid, to late twenties crowd. The girls all dressed in the latest frilly, colorful tops, "flirty" skirts and designer jeans, while the guys were mostly in striped shirts, khaki shorts or jeans and flip-flops. We were wondering why these girls, who obviously spend lots of time preparing to go out, think it's ok to go out with guys who obviously don't dress for the occasion like they do. But wait- I forget the guys actually did spend time studying their latest copies of the Abercrombie&Fitch catalog before stepping out their front door.
We actually had a prime location table, able to observe the waiting patrons, the dining patrons and the staff. The place is in an intown location with a frufru clientele. Don't ask me why I was there, they don't even carry PBR, my friend likes that place. The clientele was almost entirely made up of a mid, to late twenties crowd. The girls all dressed in the latest frilly, colorful tops, "flirty" skirts and designer jeans, while the guys were mostly in striped shirts, khaki shorts or jeans and flip-flops. We were wondering why these girls, who obviously spend lots of time preparing to go out, think it's ok to go out with guys who obviously don't dress for the occasion like they do. But wait- I forget the guys actually did spend time studying their latest copies of the Abercrombie&Fitch catalog before stepping out their front door.
Stomach: "Ding, ding. Stop eating, I am full."
Brain: Ignore mode.
Stomach: "Ding, ding, ding. Please stop eating. I am at absolute full capacity and cannot intake anymore."
Brain: Ignore mode.
Stomach: "DINGDINGDINGDING. For the love of preventing ruptures, STOP eating."
Brain: "Um, did you say something?" (Hands still taking forkfulls up to mouth).
Stomach: "PUT THE $*&%@ FORK DOWN. NOW. THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES."
I stopped eating somewhere along those lines. My friend didn't. We went for a walk but that didn't help either and the rain kept threatening to return too. He could not function properly or even think he said, his stomach was showing him consequences. So off to bed he went.
I tried to hang out around my neighborhood but it was under invasion by a combination of rednecks and assorted suburbanites that insisted on just being themselves thus not particularly fun. I was forced to go home early. I need sleep once in a while anyway- that and maybe next weekend will be replete with good stories to tell. I took pictures on my way home. I also took a picture of the one place I stopped at on my way home- the most exciting place in the whole joint was- yes the bathroom.
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