Thursday, February 28, 2008
i don't know if it's just the frame of mind i've been in lately or what, but . . .
i was watching tv and an olive garden commercial came on . . . a couple sits at a table, dinner a deux. the waitress arrives and asks them if they're there on a special occasion, going so far as to list possible situations.
"are you here celebrating an anniversary? a birthday? a promotion?"
now, why don't people ever approach ME and ask me stupid fucking questions like that, huh?
are you joking?
now, i hate to sound like an elitist bitch, but olive garden is hardly where one goes to celebrate life's major milestones.
it's not like it's urasawa, cut, melisse, matsuhisa, or saddle peak lodge!
it's olive garden.
i go there to celebrate a good manicure, a recent car wash, or picking up my dry cleaning . . .
shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit (courtesy clay davis from "the wire").