But, I have a really good excuse. It’s Anthony Bourdain’s fault. And, some oddball criminal that lives in Mindy’s neighborhood.
I’m too tired for details, but it goes like this.
Dinner at a new Mexican joint. Yum. (Nathan, we need to go some time soon) Seated at a table with calla lilies in the table mural – Lisa’s blessing on my first girl’s night out.
Bourdain. Who? This dude:
Only normally, his hands don't blur
He talked. And swore. And bad mouthed people. And made me laugh. And was hot in his weird not-hot-but-somehow-attractive way.
And then the crowd got weird. Like a flippin’ town hall meeting only the tea baggers were from the Corn Growers Association. What the HELL?
But, he kept talking and acting cool.
Because he IS cool
Then he took questions and the audience was weird again, but he won. Because he’s cool. So, the audience gave in and actually let him run his own show. Imagine that. Oh, and he pimped out Restaurant Widow, one of my fave local bloggers, which probably made her pee her pants. I hope she wore Depends. I?? Would have totally peed my pants.
He was done being awesome for the night and said goodbye. We left. Mindy checked her messages. And, uh – there was a dude barricaded in his home one block from HER home…thus blocking us from getting back to her home…where my car was.
So, we went to Steak and Shake. Oh, yeah, AFTER we saw some dude in a huge pick up truck plow into a parked car in the parking garage.
Peppermint Chocolate Milkshakes. Yummmmmmmmmmm.
And the dude in Pataskala gave up, and I came home.
And what will I be dreaming about?
I know it looks lewd. Shut up. That's not my intent. Totally.
How was your night?
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