It's my birthday week, people. It started last night!
Josh, Shelly, Steve, and Bruce took my sorry ass out to Icon Grill.
Tres fancy.
They even served uber fancy Chicken Fried Steak. That's what Shelly and Steve ordered. I didn't say anything at the time but the Southerner in me was appalled at the idea of basil on Chicken Fried Steak. I didn't even want to read what was in their Fried Chicken. Probably something heinous like fennel or dill.
The Humanity!
I had Seafood Linguini and it was fabu. Tons of shrimp and scallops.
And a ginormous piece of Chocolate Cake- as you may know, my favorite thing ever.
The cake comes with a bottle of milk. Nice touch.
For a reason not revealed to us, the Manager bought us a round of drinks!?
Theories:
1- The waitress brought Shelly and Bruce Mac & Jacks instead of Mannie's. Bruce and Shelly were fine with that but...
2- S/he found out it was my birthday (unlikely.)
3- I was wearing one of my favorite rockstar t-shirts. You know, the black one with the disco silver writing that says "rockstar". It's supercool so maybe that was the reason.
Maybe it's a combination. Who knows?
4 comments:
You spelled Manny's wrong you lush:p
I don't drink beer!
How do I know!?
Sad.
I concur, it is sad. You don't drink beer, but you'll bring it climbing? I'll assume you picked PBR out of your naivete concerning the finest beverages.
mmmmm, beeeer
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