I had dinner last night with she of the captivating eyes, (Capto Eyes), it was in a lovely down to earth restaurant.
I say down to earth, because there's another one slightly up the road, which is so uptight, they've crawled up their own bums.
So myself and capto eyes went in,(me looking slightly dishevelled - it was Thursday night, and i was just back from work," first they left us waiting...for ages, then about 3 tables freed up all at once, and they came over and said it would be half an hour wait... pft...I should have known!
Anyway went to a different restaurant down teh road, which was absolutely delightful. I had spaghetti bolognaise, with some bread. it was nyom. So all in all, moral of the story is don't go to pretentious restaurants.
/rambling rantlike post.
By the way, I think i've coined a new phrase: stalkerlust. i think it works.
Also I absolutely HEART the word Ruffles.