This past weekend we celebrated the birthday of one of my favorite people, my great friend of 14 years, D. She turned 35 this year. We met during undergrad, many years ago and we instantly became friends. Friends that can go months without seeing one another, friends that can talk on the phone once every month or two, friends that only had one falling-out incident (which I still maintain was a misunderstanding and totally a result of our, or rather my, immaturity- we still laugh about those two weeks of no communication), friends that share laughs and tears, friends that no matter who, what, where, when, why and how, know that 24/7 we will find that shoulder to cry on, the ears to listen to us, the warm hug to comfort and greet us, and the words that make everything OK. D and I make up 1/2 of wonderful friendship. The other 1/2 are our friends J and L. Of course they were there as well. Other friends of ours rounded out the group of eight that met at Maggiano's for dinner. This is one of my favorite restaurants...but you can't eat here too often, which why you will soon discover. With this many people we opted for family style dinner. Basically, it's all you can eat, of each course of a typical meal. You select two appetizers, two salads, two pastas, two entrees, and two desserts. Everyone shares and if you want more of anything, or in our case more of everything, you just ask the server and it appears in no time. We ate like pigs, we ordered more food and continued to eat and drink. The dessert was unreal....cheesecake with strawberries and strawberry syrup and a decadent chocolate cake. These were so rich and creamy and disappeared in no time. We luckily didn't order more. I ate so much that I could barely get up at the end of dinner. The place closes too early in our opinion and we were one of a few tables remaining at 11 p.m. We then headed to D's house where her daughter and husband were waiting eagerly for us to bring home the leftovers. After some conversation and TV we all headed home.
This coming weekend we'll be celebrating me turn 34, and my choice is to go the casino. For dinner, I am not sure where I will pick to go. I will twist their arms and convince them to go for pizza. I am sure they will veto that, but I am the birthday boy after all and it will be my night!
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24.7.07
Driving.............
I suffer from the condition known as road rage. I am also known to be a very aggressive driver. A very lethal combination if you ask me. I'm not shy to show my assertiveness on the road and let other's know who they are up against. I love the impromptu drag race. Always ready for those, whether they be off the light, on the highway or during a casual drive. All it takes is that look or for those other drivers to speed up while I am trying to pass them.
Other drivers need not be worried about me.....for it's me who worries about them, from me. Show me your stupidity, and I will make sure all others on the road see it magnified exponentially. I expect other drivers to act like they just learned to drive this morning, and then all of a sudden they think they own the road...or someone in their family does. I expect them to cut me off, make gestures out the window, say nice things about me or my mom (who mind you they've never met before, but seem to be very sure works in a profession that enables her to sleep throughout the day and meet and be in contact with a lot of different people), throw empty beer bottles or that Coke filled McDonald's super-duper gigantinormous cup in my direction, or pull out their gun and point it at me. Don't go telling me this only happens in the rough parts of town....cause on the roads filled with BMW's, Jags, Range Rovers and that lone Bentley Continental, that every self respectable town has to have, I do it.
Nevertheless dumb drivers never seem to let me down. I've seen them all and at all hours of the day and night. Drivers who use their knees to steer the automobile, shave their face, apply make-up, send an email from their Crackberry, reach back spank their kid jumping all over the rear seats, all while going 10 under the speed limit in the passing lane, with their right signal flashing. What I love to see the most are SUV and 4x4 drivers who believe that their trucks can do exactly what they saw on these glossy brochures only to find themselves stuck in a snow drift, stalled out in a deep puddle of water, or stuck atop a downed tree trunk. But me, I know what my car is capable of. I know what the car I am borrowing, renting or stealing is capable of. You just never know when you have to push the car to it's limit to avoid hurting yourself or worse....damaging that fine automobile you stole and getting pennies on the dollar for your efforts. Is it any surprise that one of my favorite songs is "I can't drive 55".
Disclaimer: Although I do suffer from road rage, no animals or humans were hurt during the real life events portrayed above. And for the record, I don't steal cars, but I borrow (with permission and thus no GTA or unauthorized use charges can be brought against me) or rent them from time to time with a valid license and credit card issued in my name.
Other drivers need not be worried about me.....for it's me who worries about them, from me. Show me your stupidity, and I will make sure all others on the road see it magnified exponentially. I expect other drivers to act like they just learned to drive this morning, and then all of a sudden they think they own the road...or someone in their family does. I expect them to cut me off, make gestures out the window, say nice things about me or my mom (who mind you they've never met before, but seem to be very sure works in a profession that enables her to sleep throughout the day and meet and be in contact with a lot of different people), throw empty beer bottles or that Coke filled McDonald's super-duper gigantinormous cup in my direction, or pull out their gun and point it at me. Don't go telling me this only happens in the rough parts of town....cause on the roads filled with BMW's, Jags, Range Rovers and that lone Bentley Continental, that every self respectable town has to have, I do it.
Nevertheless dumb drivers never seem to let me down. I've seen them all and at all hours of the day and night. Drivers who use their knees to steer the automobile, shave their face, apply make-up, send an email from their Crackberry, reach back spank their kid jumping all over the rear seats, all while going 10 under the speed limit in the passing lane, with their right signal flashing. What I love to see the most are SUV and 4x4 drivers who believe that their trucks can do exactly what they saw on these glossy brochures only to find themselves stuck in a snow drift, stalled out in a deep puddle of water, or stuck atop a downed tree trunk. But me, I know what my car is capable of. I know what the car I am borrowing, renting or stealing is capable of. You just never know when you have to push the car to it's limit to avoid hurting yourself or worse....damaging that fine automobile you stole and getting pennies on the dollar for your efforts. Is it any surprise that one of my favorite songs is "I can't drive 55".
Disclaimer: Although I do suffer from road rage, no animals or humans were hurt during the real life events portrayed above. And for the record, I don't steal cars, but I borrow (with permission and thus no GTA or unauthorized use charges can be brought against me) or rent them from time to time with a valid license and credit card issued in my name.
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