welcome to the good life

so today we went out to dinner for my brother's 18th birthday and we ended up at east side mario's... again...for the same reason as last time. anyway, i should backtrack. i had already eaten quite a bit before the restaurant & by a "bit" i mean the majority of two large pizzas.

speaking of pizzas, one day i ventured on to the pizza pizza website and decided to order online because then i would be entered into a draw to win a VIA around Canada trip. as i was placing my order i came across an option for the sauce topping. at first i was confused, "were they asking me to replace the tomato sauce, why am i being given an option to replace such a staple part of the pizza?" i thought to myself. surely tomato sauce was the only choice. I assessed all of my choices, after all, if i was to make such a dramatic choice it would require some deliberation. bbq won.

then a few steps later, i was given some more options, i was asked if i wanted to add more bbq sauce, on the top AND bottom. My thought process did not inquire into why anyone needed this much bbq sauce, that was not pertinent, what was important was that the extra sauce was free, ergo necessary. so 20 minutes and 26 dollars later i had in front of me a pizza soaking with bbq sauce, top, bottom, under, over it was EVERYWHERE. i devoured it while dipping it into the jalapeno cheddar dip sauce.

well today i ordered another pizza online (because the VIA competition is still not over) and added my regualr bbq infested pizza, but i also added another pizza with bruschetta instead of the regular tomato sauce. they were both delicious, and i admit i ate the majority of both pizzas. but when we arrived at the restaurant a few hours later i still had room for a salad, garlic bread and pasta. I also left room for a lava cake with ice cream.

that's right...i'm living the good life, as mr. KANYE WEST would say.

also, check this out: THIS IS WHY YOU'RE FAT

i'm sure my arteries are planning some elaborate "eff you" revenge scheme but until then, all calories & saturated fats have an open invitation to my stomach ... i would extend that to my heart...but that is a small & cold place

i'll have the penne...with a side of snobby please.

so my mom bought a new volvo suv today and to celebrate we went out for a drive and to dinner. we all threw out restaurant suggestions, but in the end we ended up at east side marios. there were several reasons for this decision, chief among them, me. okay, that was the only reason.

you see my family is always so effortlessly chic, in their dress and mannerisms. i am a bit too lazy so effort is definitely required. nevertheless, my mom came home and asked if we were ready, i replied in the affirmative. after looking me up and down she asked again, hoping that i would run upstairs and brush up, but i was feeling particularly persistent (read: immature) today. i knew that the t-shirt i was wearing had doubled as my pjs the night before and that the same could be said for my skirt (it's been one of those days...okay, weeks) but i jumped in the car before my family could protest. long story short, the decision was that we (..i) were too under dressed for some of our regular trendy spots so we went back to east side marios.

as i was browsing through the menu, i noticed a legend that included the pasta names followed by a description. i glanced at this new found information and made some snarky remark about how you know a restaurant is not fancy when it is aware that its clientele is not familiar with the difference between penne and spaghetti. but as i went down the list, my elitist remarks came to a halt, as i came across a few pasta names i was not aware of.

so at the end of the night, after mediocre pasta and endless garlic bread i came away with some new found knowledge. was it that i should be less judgmental? no, it was that farfelle was the bow tie pasta. but you were close. after all, being judgmental towards little things is what i do, what i love, some would say i thrive on.

night.