Sometimes all you need is a guy in a giant wheel barrow to run you over and tell you you're not good enough before you decide that maybe he (and the rest of the world) is right.
Last night I played the role of Julia Roberts from Pretty Woman, and had Mexican food with my two buddies Marilyn Monroe and Natalie Portman.
I felt most glamorous when Marilyn carried me across the street and proceed to drop me after 15 feet. It seems a diet is in order, or Marilyn should go pump some iron in her free time.
Still, my favorite thing about this week was watching our waiter at Ed's scream at a small child. No words, just screaming. Two Cokes in hand, bearing down on the boy like a T-Rex attacking a man in a port-a-john. The boy wet himself in fright, or he should have. I wet myself just from sheer joy of witnessing the event take place.
I am now listening to accordion music and dreaming of a place that will mistakenly give me a margarita when I ordered a glass of wine.
If only I spoke French.
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