Friday, A and I watched 20/20. I wanted to watch it because the DC Madam was supposed to spill all her secrets. Well, she either has not secrets or wasn't really spilling because it wasn't as exciting as they made it out to be. But we did see a story about why you shouldn't eat out on a Monday. It's because they recycle leftovers from the weekend and this can be really problematic when it comes to fish. Oh, and they put new wait staff out on their own on Monday's, so you might not get as good of service.
So A and I went out to dinner last night and we laughed because we had just watched that 20/20. And sure enough, there was a fish entrée on special (and although normally it might have sounded good, I just couldn't order it last night.
But the waiter was HOT. His name was Pete. I think he was Australian. He wasn't so bad a waiter. He did wrap my dinner before A was even done with hers. I say he has what it takes and after a few weeks of practice, he'll be working on a Tuesday with no problem. And besides, he was hot and had a hot accent; that's all he really needs to make it.
5 comments:
Pete sounds yummy! ;o)
Yeah, I wish I could've had a taste.
I dare you to start that group and make a t-shirt. I would wear one if you did.
HAHAHA. Sign me up, too. I am totally a masculinist! Oh my GOD. I am DYING!
I want a shirt that says:
"Locke Rawks"
cuz he don't no shit from Ben/Henry.
And, I don't believe for one second he can't survive a stinking gun shot
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