I'll still get around to the squash recipe at some point.

So, Last night Buffy and I went to go have dinner at O'neills pub on Central Ave. It's pretty much at the corner of Gay Ave. and Gay St. The crowd was pretty yuppy. Our waitress was awesome, sarcasticly funny and spot on with her wait service.

So we had our food (skip the soup if you go) which was tasty and the two beers that the sarcasticly funny waitress recomended. We were kinda loopy and ended up locked in their side yard when we followed the exit sign to leave! We couldn't get back to the court yard we ate in! And our fucking rude ass table neighbors didn't let us back through the door. The door said "exit" but their we were trapped in their side yard surrounded by an 8 foot fence! So I stacked some junk and then hopped over the fence, when I landed on the other side I tried to stick my landing but ended up hoping backwards like a gymnast coming off the pommel horse (I loved the pommel horse when I was in gymnastics, I could stick a landing then, but I also didn't weigh 250lbs.) Anyway, yeah, So then I walked around, back through the bar, the court yard, whistled a inocent tune, gave the people that were sitting next to us that DIDN'T let us back into the courtyard a evil eye, let Buffy out of the locked side yard (we jockingly now refer to it as the drunk tank) walked out, saw the kindergarden teacher from my school for the second night in a row, told her to "quit following me" :D and then we went home.

Crazy.

Hugs to you.

Gotta run to work.