I spent the day with Ching. The original plan included a movie after lunch, but we were so engrossed in talking that we lost track of time and missed the movie’s start time. What makes it bad is that we also missed the second start time at a different theater (it was our “Plan B”).Lunch was at Olive Garden and the Never-Ending Pasta Bowl (probably a contributing factor in missing the movie). I really like Angel Hair pasta and they had a great Roasted Portobello Pomodoro sauce. Mmmmm.
It was during the entree that we checked the time. The first showtime had already passed and it was just five minutes before the second showtime. Even with all the previews, we would have never made it. So we just kept eating and talking. Correction. Ching was talking; I was listening.
After lunch, we adjourned to Red Robin to continue our discussion. It was cooler there but we both ordered milkshakes, and munched on tortilla chips with a con queso dip. The saltiness of the tortilla chips offset the sweetness of the milkshakes (I wish the calories would be offset, too). At one point, because the shake was so thick, I lifted the glass in order to drink it without the straw. But it wouldn’t come out.
Now, any sane person would have used a spoon in order to scoop out the frosty chunks. Not me. Instead, I tilted the glass higher. Suddenly, the mass that was in the bottom of the glass slid down as one piece. My mouth wasn’t big enough to consume all of it, so some ended up on my upper lip.
As I picked up a napkin to wipe my face, I saw a flash. Ching had taken a picture. So that explains the photo.
There was a drawing and some crayons at the table, so Ching started coloring. She asked me how she did. I told her that since the lines were red and she was using a red crayon, I couldn’t tell.
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