Dec 15 2008
A Night Without My Entourage
Occasionally I get out of my shackles, order a pizza for the family, and slip out the door while they’re watching reruns of iCarly.
Friday night was that night, the rare and coveted occasion when I’m able to shirk my motherly responsibilities and leave behind my brood for an evening of reckless abandon. Interpret reckless abandon to mean dinner and a movie. Not as exciting as say bungee jumping off the Brooklyn bridge, but definitely enjoyable in its own right.
My sister and I had a lovely dinner at PF Chang’s, consisting of appetizers, an entree, and dessert, during the course of which, I didn’t have to take anyone to the ladies’ room mid meal, I didn’t have to scold anyone through gritted teeth, and I didn’t have to walk out of the restaurant to field a loud, screeching tantrum. The only food I spilled on my person came from my own plate and I promptly licked it off, cause I’m classy like that. I even managed not to give myself indigestion …I wore my big pants.
We watched a 10ish showing of Four Christmases, in the hopes that it would put us in a festive mood. Alas, twas not the case. While it had it’s amusing moments, the sappy, heavy handed and too neat ending, had us both rolling our eyes. Alot.
The highlight of our evening, apart from a banana spring roll with coconut ice-cream (oh yeah, it was that good…HASAY who?), was this stylin mannequin with the porn-star rack. I mean she’s no Kim Cattrall but obviously, she’s had some work done.
I suppose it wasn’t enough that we were staring, pointing, and giggling, we had to photograph her with my sister’s camera phone for bloggy posterity too.
Don’t we just reek of dignity and maturity.
