09 September 2008

My new Phone is Smarter than Me

Current mood: adventurous

But now I'm on the way back
Chasing something better
And it's turning me around
Baby if you still care
If there's still a burning ember
I'm ready to surrender now
~ "Surrender" by Sister Hazel

I did not get home this morning until 4am from the Chef's. I suppose it was our second pseudo-date; though again, it was just hanging out, watching a movie at his place, and talking to his brother and his brother's friend. Though, he did promise to make me French Toast in the near future. At least I know there will be a third "congregation".

Speaking of congregating – when we were on the plane Saturday, the captain AND the flight attendant told us that when the "Fasten Seat belt Sign" goes off, we were permitted to move about the cabin – BUT not to congregate. WTF!?!? How do you congregate on an airplane? The aisle is barely wider than my hips. Not to mention, when Friendly Guy tried to stretch his leg into the aisle, the beverage cart almost took it off. It was like Death Race – but no one was racing and no one died. Very intense!

Which brings us back to Saturday night – after FG almost killed me with the Revolving Door – "The Converter [TC]" picked me up. TC, her date, her niece, and I all went to my favourite restaurant in Dallas for dinner. It is upscale and heavenly. Oddly enough, the server we had was a little more laid back than most of the staff there. For example – let's review one conversation that will probably be talked about for years to come . . . all because I will practically do anything on a dare.

Girl Genius: Excuse me, I have a delicate request and am hoping you can help me.
Waiter: (leans toward me so I can whisper) How can I help you?
Girl Genius: I am afraid that I have some Coronado Beach sand down my shirt from earlier. Is there any way you could bring me a damp cloth?
Waiter: (eyes open wide with surprise) No problem.

*we giggle when he leaves – but are silent upon his return*

Waiter: (with a smile) One wet cloth for your sandy boobies (then he walked away)
Girl Genius: *speechless*
Rest of Table: *hysterically laughing*
TC: There will definitely be a blog reference for this one.

And there was. . .

Eidetic Vision

Main Entry: ei·det·ic Pronunciation: I-'det-ik Function: adjective : marked by or involving extraordinarily accurate and vivid recall especially of visual images - an eidetic memory Merriam-Webster's Dictionary, © 2002 Merriam-Webster, Inc.