Lauri Calls Me On My Shit
You know you eat somewhere too much when you end up sitting next to people that you've seen at the restaurant before, and you can tell them exactly where they sat when you saw them last. Problems, people, problems.
In any case, you may remember my droolfest over a certain Mr. Gyllenhal a few weeks back. I reported that he was my first celebrity sighting at Delfina.
I'm a fucking liar.
Last night, Lauri, GM extrodinaire, reminded me that I had also seen the superhot and fabulous Parker Posey. How I forgot that, I don't know. I only know that it means I suck. This is even more ridiculous considering the meal in question was a) free and b) on Delfina's anniversary. Also, that anniversary happens to be Jon's sister's birthday. And considering we are expecting an additional diner in the family approximately ten days before that date, I'm just going to squeeze my legs together real tight and hold out so we can have a hat trick.
So Delfina celebrity sightings is at 2, not one, but it is still a sad ratio considering how much time I spend there.
In other news, I will be baking some yellow cupcakes with chocolate frosting today. This craving shit is no joke.
"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld