Saturday, November 12, 2005

It's decided then

The Boyf's birthday dinner dilemna is over. His palate is bland and he likes steak and/or lobster. Problem: I can't handle being in a geriatric boy's club steakhouse. Compromise: The House of Chan. It's a steakhouse masquerading as a Chinese restaurant, or vice-versa. Apparently the food is really good. Regardless, I really don't want to think about this anymore, so it's settled. If he doesn't like it, he can eat his arm(s).


At 9:16 AM, Blogger PDD said...

Or his shit, like we used to do when we were young, remember? It didn't kill us.

I love the music that begins when you click onto "The House Of Chan".


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