Tearing myself away from James Patterson for a while....
John went off to work and it's Sunday, but the oil patch has no respect for Sundays. I think I'll start a Project Runway marathon (Season 8). I bought those DVDs for just such an occasion. Season 7 was supposed to be for daily-girl-alone-time but John accidentally caught one episode and was hooked. The rest of that season ended up being last week's prime time fare, and I spent my afternoons with my good friend J.P.
We tried to get reservations for Paul's last night but there wasn't anything available. The expats must all be back in town after the holiday break, so I'm going to make a note in the "Notes" section of this fancy new fangled machine to call them mid-week to get us a spot. So much for the mouth-watering steak I'd envisioned since Thursday....instead we had barely passable food at the Hong Kong restaurant at the top of the street. For some reason, quite a few people who obviously don't have a clue what decent food is were there, too. Maybe, they were there because the management and staff let any children you might happen to bring with you run around like they are in a McDonald's playroom instead of a grown-up kind of restaurant. The last count I took, there were about 8 little lovelies chasing each other and climbing over the banquettes with not one parent even giving them a second glance. They weren't all locals either....you folks from Norway? I'm looking at you, too. Your kids are horrible little pains in the ass.....
Maybe, I'm a bit grumpy about losing my Sunday to work, and the best thing for me to do today is go back to my serial killer novel and enjoy....
John went off to work and it's Sunday, but the oil patch has no respect for Sundays. I think I'll start a Project Runway marathon (Season 8). I bought those DVDs for just such an occasion. Season 7 was supposed to be for daily-girl-alone-time but John accidentally caught one episode and was hooked. The rest of that season ended up being last week's prime time fare, and I spent my afternoons with my good friend J.P.
We tried to get reservations for Paul's last night but there wasn't anything available. The expats must all be back in town after the holiday break, so I'm going to make a note in the "Notes" section of this fancy new fangled machine to call them mid-week to get us a spot. So much for the mouth-watering steak I'd envisioned since Thursday....instead we had barely passable food at the Hong Kong restaurant at the top of the street. For some reason, quite a few people who obviously don't have a clue what decent food is were there, too. Maybe, they were there because the management and staff let any children you might happen to bring with you run around like they are in a McDonald's playroom instead of a grown-up kind of restaurant. The last count I took, there were about 8 little lovelies chasing each other and climbing over the banquettes with not one parent even giving them a second glance. They weren't all locals either....you folks from Norway? I'm looking at you, too. Your kids are horrible little pains in the ass.....
Maybe, I'm a bit grumpy about losing my Sunday to work, and the best thing for me to do today is go back to my serial killer novel and enjoy....
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