Tiramisu, Anyone?

It was one of the strangest dinners I've ever had. But I think that's a good thing. It started when Kiernan decided she wanted tiramisu, so she, Melissa, Candis, and I went to Carraba's. It pretty much degenerated from there. Once we made it to Carraba's and not the parking lot of McAllister's, that is.

Of course, the fun was only beginning once we all managed to get to the right restaurant, and the right door. I think Candis was really afraid at first, she doesn't see the humor in anaphylactic shock. I don't know why. I was never worried, since Kiernan "sort of knows" CPR, and there's an EMS station a few blocks down, so no problem. I'm so mean to Candis, I got sick at work and she freaked out, so even though I'm really careful, I can't help messing with her head. She was the one with the trash keys, naturally. So once we got over the hurdle of "Nettie does know how to avoid dying," we moved on to food.

Our waiter was, um, different. But he did do us the favor of splitting Melissa's and mine, and Candis's and Kiernan's entrees, since we weren't that hungry. Plus I'm cheap. As for the conversation? I'll have to skip most of it in the interest of keeping this blog PG....Ian, our waiter, said something to me when I asked for another Coke. I won't repeat that either, but it made someone, Kiernan I think ask if I was going to pray for him. I replied that I would mention it on my blog so people around the world could pray for him. Kiernan at this point was like, "You need to give me the address!" I asked, "Are you really that interested?" "I want to know what you write about me!" Sorry, Kiernan. I did warn you.

It wasn't the evening I think any of us really had in mind, but it was fun, therapeutic even. I think I may have even managed to drive the Alka-Seltzer jingle out of my head- hopefully the rest of y'all will be able to accomplish the same. But Kiernan never did get her tiramisu....