December 13, 2006
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1 Last night I took a break from watching the rehearsals for Nutcracker and went off to the new Chili’s over at Eastridge.
2 It was great, actually, but I was seated next to the kitchen.
3 The guy who makes fajitas musta been WAY outta control last night. I was just sitting there when he flew by me with a HUGE plate of sizzling fajitas…and so much smoke coming off it that I literally couldn’t see the lady who ordered it, and she was sitting right across the aisle.
4 I stood amazed that no smoke alarm went off. I thought someone had started a turkey on fire or something; the entire left side of Chili’s was smoked in. It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.
5 And the stuff SMELLED burnt too!
6 The lady just acted like it was normal to put a blow torch to her dinner, and had this huge shit eatin’ grin on her face, as though she was about to experience something cooked by the devil himself, and she was gonna LAHK it!
7 It all died down, and then some other customer had fajitas, which came over the normal way, sort of sizzling and sputtering, but smelling wonderful.
8 I just ignored all of it and ordered this rack. When the thing came, I thought it was for Fred Flintstone, and I sorta think they might have thought I WAS Fred Flintstone, because of the hair.
9 Anyway, around ten minutes later, the same guy went screaming by like a fire engine, only it looked like the platter was on fire.
10 The place filled up with smoke again, only this time it was so thick that the guy who was getting served could have cut off a piece of smoke with his butter knife.
11 At this point I realized that they must have been breaking a new guy in.
12 Anyway it settled down and I was able to enjoy a nice dinner with my daughter Nicole.
13 I’ve been stuck up at the Chill on the HIll for two days now. Fortunately, I have had the opportunity to have a nice dinner and a smoke.
14 <thud>
15 I also am getting a butt ache. You know what that is. You sit at a computer for around twelve years and then everything moves right into your rear end, and you get this sort of sitting pain thing going on.
16 Same guy who just four or five days ago was quoting Bogart in Casablanca.
17 I stick my neck out for nobody.
18 Sheyeahright.
19 That’s the new way of saying, “Yeah, right!”
20 Sheyeahright.
21 Bogart.
22 I swear.
23 I stick my neck out for nobody.
24 Peace.
~H~
“I stick my neck out for nobody!”
Bogart gets it done in Casablanca.
