I’ve had 3 signs that told me that I should blog again. so here goes.

I cashed in my free Birthday Lunch that Josh promised me. A subset of my coworkers went to Bravo. Anyone that knows me knows I’m pretty much go-along-to-get-along, Kumbaya Lord. etc.used to be anyway. I’m hungry, by the time we sit down because Mimi’s was our first choice but they’re running some kinda Senior Citizen special, because it’s crowded and every other patron has a cane, walker or was a runner up in an Estelle Geddy (Rest In Peace) lookalike contest. We had to get buzzers and endure a 20 minute wait – at lunchtime.

So we decide to stroll over to Bravos which has the cleanest bathrooms I’ve ever seen. I order the Lasagna BOLOGNESE, and I’m trying to get that pronunciation right, and the waiter is cutting me off. and we have this back and forth BOLOGNESE chant. He brings out Spaghetti and not lasagna when the food arrives and it’s the way that he tried to come off like I didn’t know what I was talking about, and downplayed the fact that he was wrong.

I was heated. What his deal was, if he was sore about the election results or what, but he reminded me of the guy in this clip antagonizing Larry

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