What's up braintrash eaters? In keeping with the tradition of new year's resolutions, I've decided to get back to blogging with a mighty vengeance. I'm gonna be all up on word-slinging like Darrelle Revis on Chad Ochocinco (or Chad Johnson if he keeps his promise), so don't stand in my way.
And what better topic to start off the new year with than inappropriate PDA!
So here's how it went down: I took my girlfriend out last night for her birthday. I'm feeling good, my babe is looking hot and we take our seat on the outside patio at Boa on Sunset. We ordered a nice tuna tartar to start off with and a couple cocktails. I raise my glass, lay down a few suave compliments and BAM!, the mood was set. And then it happened...
No sooner had I set my drink down (The Dapper Gent, a whiskey sour mixed with Gentleman Jack, that was a little too generous with the sour and not generous enough with the whiskey) than I look to my right and there is a couple (mid 50's) sucking face not four feet from my appetizer.
Don't get me wrong. I'm all for showing the world that you love each other, but these two were one step away from a Skinemax movie. I'm not kidding either, I saw the woman's full tongue more than once. You may be thinking, 'Well then turn the other way you perv!', and you may have a valid point, but ask yourself an honest question; would you be able to focus on enjoying your meal if you had Donatella Versace and Kenny Rogers conducting an amateur tantra session before your very eyes? (Note: Both parties had been on the receiving end of a plastic surgeon/comedian's knife at least six times).
But like I said before, I'm trying to stick to my new year's resolutions this year and one of those happens to be trying to look on the bright side of life. So I guess the bright side would be that we got a full night of entertainment, (dinner and a show) for half the price.
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