Orson is My New Bitch

C's birthday is today (yea, go over here and wish him a good one...) and as true and proper gluttons, we gone done it up right. (sorry. i'm Dooce-ing).

Anyway.

After a mighty fine meal at Levende (proceeds benefiting NextAid), we hopped in the car and headed home. Except, well, I might have gotten "lost". On a route that might have led directly to Orson. Where I might move, if the crew behind the bar would only give me access to the celery stuff they put in the Drink Architected For Me (aka, the Celery Gimlet*).

Anyway, again.

Remember that scene in the Fellowship of the Rings, where the Hobbits are talking about "Second Breakfast"? Well, we had "Second Dinner". Pop-Rock-Cocoa-Nib-Parmesan-Pudding... Lightly-Smoked-Fish... Chocolate-Enrobed-Foie-Gras...

Dammit, it makes me want to go back to selling my soul for The Man, just so I can eat here once a week. Go here. Eat. Spend. Appreciate not blowing your "Points". Let your taste buds dictate the quality for once, instead of your pocketbook.

Love ya, mean it.

*Seriously, people, do you think I'd be blogging at one in the morning when I could be looking at porn if the the drink was anything less than my personal manna?

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[sam]

And I love ya too - even though you went again without me. Well, I am going to get you back for that next week.