I went out for dinner with Michele last night you guys.
It was the first time I had any kind of food I did not plan, shop for, and prepare myself in weeks and it was glorious, although we could tell Amy Our Waitress was disappointed in us because we had a couple of salads and some waters with lemon. Her face totally fell when she realized she was waiting on two lame ass pussies instead of a couple of gals goin’ out for a calorie fest, Cosmos, and casual sex with moderately attractive younger men.
I don’t know what she was thinking because we were both wearing cardigans.
Also, it was Ruby Tuesday’s. If I’m going to go out and carry on, I’m not going to do it at Ruby Tuesday’s. I only go there for those fucking delicious croutons and that pasta salad they have with the peas in it. I love that pasta salad.
We did manage to redeem ourselves with Amy Our Waitress when we ordered chocolate cake (one piece to share, of course) and two decaf coffees.
I know, I know. ROCK ON!
And after that decadent dining experience we went to the Grand Opening of a Saver’s!
I’m almost 36 years old. This is my idea of a good time. Don’t ruin it.
And that, my dear, dear Queefies, is where I found Sad Jesus on VELVET!
NOW you’re jealous.