Showing posts with label dinner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dinner. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

cluck norris

This tough guy was photographed with a Fuji point & shoot through chicken wire at my brother's house. Then they ate him. (Sorry, but that's what he was there for.)

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We went with friends to Hollywood Blvd Cinema to celebrate my wife's birthday. They have a bar at the entrance for people who have too much money and can't figure out a better way to spend it. Yeah, I never quite understood the bar thing. The place is decorated really cool, plus the location is cleverly set up to be a movie AND dining experience. The food has catchy names. For example, the spicy Italian sandwich is called the Al Pacino. Get it? They have a pizza with spinach and asparagus called the Linda Blair. That's gross. I ordered the Chuck Norris. It's a buffalo chicken sandwich (white meat with an extra kick).

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The movie was great, but my favorite moment that night was when the waiter came to my table, looked me right in the eyes, and asked, "Chuck Norris?" I wanted to take the plate and say, "No Son, I'm not Chuck Norris, but I get that all the time."

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Instead of trying to be clever and say something funny (that he's probably heard a thousand times already), I simply smiled and said, "Thanks."

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Wow, I totally blew that great opportunity! ...I'm such a big chicken.

Friday, November 20, 2009

hospitality

My wife and I were invited to dinner at the home of some friends. It was just a few of us grown ups--no kids. Most of the time, I resist those things, but as long as our family is not segregated on a regular basis, I'm okay with it. To be honest, on this particular night, I was more than okay with it. There were six guests plus the two who invited us. Since it was just grown-ups, I was on my best behavior.

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Before dinner was served, we sat around making small talk. The hostess walked in with what I would describe as super-sized pipe cleaners. First, she asked us to take three or four. Then she challenged us to make something out of them.

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I made the sun and a fish in water. John made a frame, and we used it for my seascape. My wife made a butterfly. One lady was excited about a significant anniversary coming up, so she made a heart, using the colors from her wedding. John's wife made a peacock.

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If analyzed by a psychiatrist, I don't know whether these things would be dismissed as trivial or noted to be profound. Do you suppose any of it could mean something?