My Saturday night involved some of this
Red wine, and as much water as possible.
Where was my fine dining excursion?
I think eating at too many chain restaurants revokes your ability to say you live in Portland. But it was next to the movie theater.
And guess what else my Saturday night involved? Lots of texts from an ex! Awesome. He was the last guy I dated before the fiance. I might have went to visit him (he lives in Seattle) and then started dating the fiance the day after I got back. That didn’t cause annnny awkwardness in my life. No, none at all.
So we got an appetizer
(“we’re at horse brass where r uuuuuu?”
One half is thai chicken of some sort, one is mexican chicken of some sort. Not bad. Side effect of being too sick to eat much for the past 36 hours? Totally stuffed from eating two of the six pieces. Not full, STUFFED. Forced dieting. Awesome.
And we shared a pizza too
Garlic chicken. I ate almost a piece. And felt like my tummy was exploding
(“come get a drink!!!” from the ex. Rad)
We saw a movie (Where the Wild Things Are) and were in bed at like 10:30. Crazy life.
Got a text at 2 am letting me know I should come to Dixie’s as they were in VIP.
I could try and explain Dixie’s to you, but Barfly says it better than I could:
“Half-assed Coyote Ugly wannabe swarms with meatheads on the make, while can-tanned girls-gone-mild clamber up on the bar to drop it like it’s lukewarm. When their mechanical bull is out, means of making an ass of oneself are upped exponentially.”
So sad I missed that.
Instead I got up, did some grocery shopping, and made breakfast sammies for the fiance and me
English muffin with egg, cheese, bacon, spinach, and avocado, plus a crack orange.
Followed up by a text “oooo man the police tried to arrest us cuz we were settin my buddys ex gfs coat on fire last night!”
Yeah, I’ll take my mild and not so crazy life, thanks.