Well, I think Sammy Kershaw said it best when he said he wanted to talk about anything but "Politics, Religion, and her". I don't know who her is, but I promise not to talk to her, about her or with her as well as religion and politics. Whew!
The Dixie Chicks was an awesome concert. It was so much fun to just get out and go see some good live music with my pal. Julz and I did it up right with getting in to the new restaurant in town, the Cheesecake Factory. And you thought Omaha was too small for something that spectacular! Pishaw, we have a Krispy Kreme too, you know!
...Well, we're movin on uupppp, to the East Side! (Heh heh)
I digress. I got some dish at Cheesecake Factory that was clearly mislabeled. It was called: EVELYN'S FAVORITE PASTA and described in the menu as:Penne Tossed with Broccoli, Oven-Dried Tomato, Roasted Eggplant, Peppers, Artichoke, Kalamata Olives, Basil, Garlic, Pine Nuts and Parmesan Cheese
What it SHOULD have been called is: Evelyn's Favorite Pasta when she doesn't want to talk to anyone, make new friends, or be the slightest bit attractive to Mr. Evelyn. The description should have been: Garlic with some pasta garnish.
Holy cow. Did you know that garlic can burn your tongue? Don't get me wrong, I continued to eat it until the cheesecake came. I managed to somewhat taste the cheesecake. I kept telling Julz, "That's a lot of garlic, but it's good." In hindsight, I should have sent the plate back, thereby instigating someone in the back spit in my food. But I'd rather have ingested someone else's saliva than to eat that obscene amount of garlic again. It took one day, 7 toothbrushings, 4 cups of listerine rinses, and an hour on the treadmill to sweat the residue out but I think I am back to my own heavenly scent again. Whew.
So, once we hit the concert, you can imagine me trying to make pals with the other moms on either side of us who were there for the same reasons: Girls night out! HOLLA!
The next morning, this was the dialogue in bed:
Ricardo: How was the concert?
Me: Good. I had a meal at Cheesecake Factory with a lot of garlic. It kind of set the precedence for the rest of the night.
Ten Minutes later:
Ricardo: Man, you weren't kidding about the garlic thing!
Fret not poor man who had to share a room with me with garlic oozing out of my pores. I brought Ricardo a nice big ol piece of Chocolate Peanut Butter Cookie Dough Cheese Cake. No garlic. But with the same intensity of flavor. I hear it was worth the trade of of having to sleep with me when I was at my peak of warding off vampires.
That's how I roll.
The cheese cake was extraordinary.
I ate all 3000 calories of it, then sat idle on my couch and watched "The Biggest Loser" ... What a life!
Our grandad is rolling is his grave! I'm sure there's a shrine built to it somewhere at 1407.
BTW, did you ever try some of his homemade wine?