So Slogger and I decided we would go to this "Italian Night" at a local coffee house -- the word on the street is that the food is quite fine, so we made reservations for 7:30 tonight.
Slogger got off work a bit early, so I called the restaurant to see if we could shift to the 5:30 seating. "Sure," the young woman said. "I'll write you in."
You can see what's coming, right?
We showed up at 5:30, only to find that the young woman who assured us a seat had misread the crowded reservation sheet. The owner assured us that we could come for the 7:30 seating, and that the restaurant would pay for our dessert. So we headed home, and I've spent the last hour fulfilling my NCLM commitment (whew). In a few minutes, we'll head back.
We've often complained about the lack of Italian food in High Plains City, so this had better be good!
Why a Bad Ass?
- Dr. Bad Ass
- In 2001, I thru-hiked the Appalachian Trail and collected data for my dissertation. I had taken the trail name "Turtle" as a symbol of my desire to be persistent, to be connected to the earth, etc. After about two months of hiking (400 some odd miles), I injured my piriformis -- a big muscle in my rear -- and left the trail for a month and a half of physical therapy. Yes, on my ass. The piriformis muscle, because it was injured, banged away on my sciatic nerve, making it impossible for me to sit, stand, lie down, or simply BE without pain. Just before my completely self-sacrificing, wonderful, and ever-lovin' spouse, Footslogger, showed up in Damascus, Virginia, to collect my sad self and take me to a hospital where I could get good drugs and some rest, a couple of hiking friends (Chris and Triple Slim) stopped by the drug store, bought a little stuffed donkey, and brought it to me in a paper bag. They said, "Your trail name used to be Turtle. Now it's (drum roll, please) Bad Ass Turtle." That donkey is now sitting on my desk, as a reminder for me to be who I truly am. Not just a bad ass, but Bad Ass Turtle. Want to email me? Try badassturtle(at)gmail.
Meez
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4 comments:
Mmm Love me some italian...the food haha. I hope it was great and worth the trip back!
And yeah, saw what was coming from the getgo :)
My cat Henry never learns either, sounds like the same cat really! We don't have a clue how to stop it! Glad he is feeling ok.
Ohhh, I've seen advertisements for that SEVERAL times, and it's always sounded delish! I want to hear about what you guys thought of it, okay! :)
Jen, it was FABULOUS! We ate way too much . . . We're planning to go back.
Free dessert! That is either awesome if you love and wanted dessert, or just mean if you don't eat it or are dieting or something. At least they tried to make it up to you. Hope it was good.
Thanks for stopping by my blog. I am not sure if it is good or bad to know the diagnosis. It puts things in a better frame of reference I guess. And if you are wondering I will reveal the answer!
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