brianjames81

Last night we went to this semi-fancy pants restaurant in Collingswood. The food was good, and although it was rather casual they still made me wear pants. Four of us were seated at a table for six, which is just enough of a disorder to give a Virgo such as myself a weird eye twitch.

The menu was set in this really hard to read font, and all the entree's were in Italian (or at least English with extra vowels at the end) with unnecessarily long descriptions (kind of like if I had written it). Anyway, when it came my turn to order I got real nervous. This happens to me sometimes at diners when the waitress is rather mean (you know the type, she starts out by just throwing the utensils in the middle of the table) and I always wind up with a tuna melt although I really want a burger. I wanted to order the Pennetta alla Contri-somthing-or-other. Instead, I ordered the Pennetta alla Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich (complete with a lame Grover accent). We all laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed.

Then I realized that I havent been to a strip club in like six weeks! Now I am reduced to making muppet references to waiters with fake Italian accents. I think I might be going through withdrawal. I leave for Asia on Monday.... waitll they get a load of me.

More later....