: Happiness IS a Fish You Can Catch!
This past few days have been the best I have ever experienced in my entire stay on this planet!!! I think I shall begin at the beginning.......
So, on Sunday, I had a lunch date with Father and Paris. They booked it in this overpriced, haughty french restaurant that made THE BEST caesar salad I have ever tasted. It was incredible, the greens were still crisp, yet completely covered in the dressing,(definately not low fat, but when you're eating the caesar salad worthy of God Himself, you wouldn't care either)and the croutons were perfection! It was a little zesty from the lemon, making it slightly different than other restaurants, and a perfect, medium sized helping. In any case, when our server came and brought us our food, naturally I asked him to compliment the chef on the salad. I thought I was being polite and grateful, it seemed perfectly innocent, and he even smiled and said he was glad I enjoyed my appetizer, but when I turned back to the table Father and Paris were looking at me with their jaws on the table.
Apparently, in this particular restaurant, the chef despises being complimented and will refuse service to any who do so. How ridiculous is that? Not wanting to hear praise. Tsk tsk tsk, Chef Henri. Thankfully, our server(God of a man that he is) didn't extend my praise to Henri, so we were spared that.
Well, after lunch, Paris drove me to my building and just as he was leaning in for the big kiss,(God knows why, it
wasn't even a date, for chrissakes) this man fell on the hood of his car while catching a fishbowl. LMAO! Of course, Paris flipped out and started yelling obscenties at the poor guy. Then we both had to get out of the car, and I was yelling at Paris and the guy was just watching us both yell with a deer in headlights kind of look, until FINALLY two of the guys friend came over and led him away. Then Paris had the nerve to try to kiss me again like I hadn't just called him a bleeping bleep bleep!!
By then I was very pissed off so I ran after the guy and stopped him, our conversation went as follows:
J: About that......... He had no call to wail on you like that.
G: Whatever. Look I'll pay for any damages to your boyfriend's car-
J:No! He's not my boyfriend...he's nothing, just nothing. I am sorry, though.
G:(shrug, followed by awkward pause)
J:So, are you moving in? Or out?
G: In. I got a job in the bakery a couple blocks away.
J: Oh. Do you need a hand?
G:No, thanks.
J:Oh.(awkward pause)So, bye now.
G:Yeah. See ya round.
I probably should explain that I am not very attractive. Perhaps I have an ugly duckling sort of charm, but not hot to be sure. Why I would make an ideal trophy wife is beyond me but anyway. Maybe if I looked like Jennifer Connelly and had a girl next door charm he would have needed my help, but anyway.
THere's more to my little story, but not tonight. Tomorrow-days.
This past few days have been the best I have ever experienced in my entire stay on this planet!!! I think I shall begin at the beginning.......
So, on Sunday, I had a lunch date with Father and Paris. They booked it in this overpriced, haughty french restaurant that made THE BEST caesar salad I have ever tasted. It was incredible, the greens were still crisp, yet completely covered in the dressing,(definately not low fat, but when you're eating the caesar salad worthy of God Himself, you wouldn't care either)and the croutons were perfection! It was a little zesty from the lemon, making it slightly different than other restaurants, and a perfect, medium sized helping. In any case, when our server came and brought us our food, naturally I asked him to compliment the chef on the salad. I thought I was being polite and grateful, it seemed perfectly innocent, and he even smiled and said he was glad I enjoyed my appetizer, but when I turned back to the table Father and Paris were looking at me with their jaws on the table.
Apparently, in this particular restaurant, the chef despises being complimented and will refuse service to any who do so. How ridiculous is that? Not wanting to hear praise. Tsk tsk tsk, Chef Henri. Thankfully, our server(God of a man that he is) didn't extend my praise to Henri, so we were spared that.
Well, after lunch, Paris drove me to my building and just as he was leaning in for the big kiss,(God knows why, it
wasn't even a date, for chrissakes) this man fell on the hood of his car while catching a fishbowl. LMAO! Of course, Paris flipped out and started yelling obscenties at the poor guy. Then we both had to get out of the car, and I was yelling at Paris and the guy was just watching us both yell with a deer in headlights kind of look, until FINALLY two of the guys friend came over and led him away. Then Paris had the nerve to try to kiss me again like I hadn't just called him a bleeping bleep bleep!!
By then I was very pissed off so I ran after the guy and stopped him, our conversation went as follows:
J: About that......... He had no call to wail on you like that.
G: Whatever. Look I'll pay for any damages to your boyfriend's car-
J:No! He's not my boyfriend...he's nothing, just nothing. I am sorry, though.
G:(shrug, followed by awkward pause)
J:So, are you moving in? Or out?
G: In. I got a job in the bakery a couple blocks away.
J: Oh. Do you need a hand?
G:No, thanks.
J:Oh.(awkward pause)So, bye now.
G:Yeah. See ya round.
I probably should explain that I am not very attractive. Perhaps I have an ugly duckling sort of charm, but not hot to be sure. Why I would make an ideal trophy wife is beyond me but anyway. Maybe if I looked like Jennifer Connelly and had a girl next door charm he would have needed my help, but anyway.
THere's more to my little story, but not tonight. Tomorrow-days.
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