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Aug. 3rd, 2005 08:08 am
Take me out tonight
Such an urbane evening--meatloaf dinner at The Holiday Club with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
niemandsrose followed by girl talk and gelati at the expanded Uncommon Grounds. The latter was kind of an odd experience, really. We entred the corner bar and made a beeline for the comfy leather furniture in corner. (It's not really girl talk unless you're sitting where you can touch the other person's knee at emphatic moments.) Since there were tables nearby with candles and artificial sweetener, we assumed this was a service area. But it turned out to be one curiously devoid of service, at least for the first twenty minutes or so. Fine with us really--we came first and foremost to relax in airconditioned splendor. Then a busboy unexpectedly brought water, prompting a maîtress d' to suddenly notice us for the first time and ask if we were waiting or wanted menus. (Huh? They have a no-cocktail-until-your-party-is-complete rule or something?) At that point, we figured we might as well order some dessert and ended up sampling our first cinnamon ice cream. Yummy!
All in all, a successful manoeuvre in operation Stop Listening to the Goddamn Smiths and Get Out of the Bloody House More Often. Next stop: Sojutinis!
niemandsrose followed by girl talk and gelati at the expanded Uncommon Grounds. The latter was kind of an odd experience, really. We entred the corner bar and made a beeline for the comfy leather furniture in corner. (It's not really girl talk unless you're sitting where you can touch the other person's knee at emphatic moments.) Since there were tables nearby with candles and artificial sweetener, we assumed this was a service area. But it turned out to be one curiously devoid of service, at least for the first twenty minutes or so. Fine with us really--we came first and foremost to relax in airconditioned splendor. Then a busboy unexpectedly brought water, prompting a maîtress d' to suddenly notice us for the first time and ask if we were waiting or wanted menus. (Huh? They have a no-cocktail-until-your-party-is-complete rule or something?) At that point, we figured we might as well order some dessert and ended up sampling our first cinnamon ice cream. Yummy!All in all, a successful manoeuvre in operation Stop Listening to the Goddamn Smiths and Get Out of the Bloody House More Often. Next stop: Sojutinis!
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