It is now Tuesday.
I was effectively prevented from doing ANYTHING yesterday but the world's worst headache. Seriously. As in, I NEEDED a Vicodin (TM). But as I was out, I had to take enough ibuprofin to kill my liver. BRB. I just took some milk thistle to clean my filthy liver.
Now when the boy in question came a calling, so to speak, I was in the middle of blogging and had to sign off prematurely, so let me just say, he was an especially delicious shade of dark chocolate. He was a little fatter than his pic, but then, he was hardly a porker, so I let that slide.
We went into the bar and attempted to get some wine out of the ridiculous little machines. Finally some came out! Hooray! And then we ordered the most fabulous sushi platter that god ever made. It had the freshest avocado I'd ever had. And I swore to marry the chef sight unseen.
This followed by bbq pork pizza. Which was okay, but so much less palatable than the sushi. So folks, if you ever go to Andez, the sushi platter is DI RIGUER!
Later on in the evening, I craved a burger (my date wasn't hungry, probably because he actually ATE the bready bits of the pizza; people, first rule of weight loss: do NOT eat the bready bits of the pizza!!!!) so we ended up at the Hard Rock Cafe.
The burger was sublime, but a little salty. I would not be wedding THEIR chef, lemme tell you.
And that's all I've got to say about that particular night.
I remain,
Hilda Stinson
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