After sitting in traffic for an hour and fifteen minutes, I had worked up more than just an appetite. I called V and asked him to meet me at the restaurant.
I arrive to a completely full parking lot. It's freezing and I have to park in the back 40. No problem. I greet my family in the very frigid foyer and then excuse myself to powder my nose - that's supposed to be the polite way of saying I need to tinkle. I do my business and begin to wash my hands like a good girl. I am joined to the left by another patron of Hacienda. She asks me, "Are you ever afraid of losing that? Or do you always keep it in your mouth?" What the..?? Kidding...I knew precisely what she was talking about. My wedding ring was being held between my teeth. I always take it off when I wash my hands...or bake...or give a hair cut...or anything that requires my hands and might get my ring dirty...I don't always keep it in my mouth. Sometimes it goes in my pocket until my hands are dry.
I rejoin my family, make chit chat, then we are escorted to Table 93. Food is ordered and enjoyed without incident. Nearby there is a lady talking about Kwanzaa, a baby making a machine gun sound, and this at my table...
S: Should I color or eat?
V: Eat....because you can't color this flavor into your mouth.
Friday night...nothing like Katy's.
C.
I arrive to a completely full parking lot. It's freezing and I have to park in the back 40. No problem. I greet my family in the very frigid foyer and then excuse myself to powder my nose - that's supposed to be the polite way of saying I need to tinkle. I do my business and begin to wash my hands like a good girl. I am joined to the left by another patron of Hacienda. She asks me, "Are you ever afraid of losing that? Or do you always keep it in your mouth?" What the..?? Kidding...I knew precisely what she was talking about. My wedding ring was being held between my teeth. I always take it off when I wash my hands...or bake...or give a hair cut...or anything that requires my hands and might get my ring dirty...I don't always keep it in my mouth. Sometimes it goes in my pocket until my hands are dry.
I rejoin my family, make chit chat, then we are escorted to Table 93. Food is ordered and enjoyed without incident. Nearby there is a lady talking about Kwanzaa, a baby making a machine gun sound, and this at my table...
S: Should I color or eat?
V: Eat....because you can't color this flavor into your mouth.
Friday night...nothing like Katy's.
C.
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