So, remember that time I went to dinner and my dinner buddy ordered two appetizers without me realizing. And NO, I have no idea how I missed it.
But anyways, remember when they brought the appetizers to the table and sat one down in front of each of us. And then, remember how I went to town on the one in front of me- despite it not quite being what I recall ordering? And how with complete and utter indignation I hollered at my dining companion when they reached across the table to take a sizable portion of MY dinner off my plate. And how I became completely incensed when they retorted, "I better get it now while I can." And of course you might recall when I responded with, "Excuse me, that's MY dinner." To which between fits of mirth my friend explained: "No, that's one of the appetizers."
Don't remember that? Me neither. Also, if you're in Adams Morgan go eat at Las Canteras. But be careful, some of their appetizers kind of look like entrees.
Oh, do you remember the time after celebrating a fabulous ladies birthday we called a few select buddies in the middle of the night? And one dear buddy compared us to the cackling witches of Hocus Pocus? Remember how I asked if I was Beth Middler? And remember how we laughed and I grinned when the poor soul we woke up made my friends laugh.
Yeah, it's fuzzy to me too. But it sure does sound like fun right?
Remember that time I wore a dress shorter than usual and a necklace with skulls and boots that made me feel badass? And remember that time I curled my hair and drank margs with the girls and hunted for outlets to charge phones and ordered champagne at a bar?
I do.
But anyways, remember when they brought the appetizers to the table and sat one down in front of each of us. And then, remember how I went to town on the one in front of me- despite it not quite being what I recall ordering? And how with complete and utter indignation I hollered at my dining companion when they reached across the table to take a sizable portion of MY dinner off my plate. And how I became completely incensed when they retorted, "I better get it now while I can." And of course you might recall when I responded with, "Excuse me, that's MY dinner." To which between fits of mirth my friend explained: "No, that's one of the appetizers."
Don't remember that? Me neither. Also, if you're in Adams Morgan go eat at Las Canteras. But be careful, some of their appetizers kind of look like entrees.
Oh, do you remember the time after celebrating a fabulous ladies birthday we called a few select buddies in the middle of the night? And one dear buddy compared us to the cackling witches of Hocus Pocus? Remember how I asked if I was Beth Middler? And remember how we laughed and I grinned when the poor soul we woke up made my friends laugh.
Yeah, it's fuzzy to me too. But it sure does sound like fun right?
Remember that time I wore a dress shorter than usual and a necklace with skulls and boots that made me feel badass? And remember that time I curled my hair and drank margs with the girls and hunted for outlets to charge phones and ordered champagne at a bar?
I do.
