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18 August 2003 @ 01:00 pm
Spaghetti rhymes with..uhm...errr...I'll get back to you on that.  
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Sunday was the seven-month anniversary of the terrifying thing that is Sailor and I. To celebrate the horrors we rain upon Bandaid's imagination, we went out to eat at The Old Spaghetti Factory on San Pedro street.

Before we went I had work, so I had to run home and change. I was only going to be a bit late, but then my Mom raised a snit about what I wanted to wear ("You look like a hooker!" Hmph. My brother assured me that I, in fact, did not. Besides, since when did teachers over 40 have any fashion sense anyway?) so I ended up changing a couple of times before finally sneaking out the door. But I was very late getting downtown - although, since I am always late now I suppose boi will eventually just start lying about when he gets places and just show up at the same time I do - and then I managed to remember's boi's directions incorrectly, so I made the wrong turn twice. Pfft. I got where I needed to be in the end, and isn't that all that matters anyway?

The decoration of the fine family restaurant is extremely tacky, so quite naturally I loved it. Every light has a different lamp shade, each more frightful than the last. Most were brightly colored, elaborately arranged and sewn with fringe pouring off on all sides. Instead of the normal wooden chairs one finds in eating establishments, there are floofy armchairs. A combination of stained glass and regular windows allow the sunlight in. There's a streetcar sitting in the middle of it all. Above the eating area, there's an arcade with a half-dozen very old games. Great atmosphere, baby.

Food's good too. (Hey, every word in that last sentence had a double-o! Nifty!) There's spaghetti with a variety of sauces, and...uhm...actually, that's pretty much it. Variety - nada. But quality - yummy-full. ^_^ And price = dirt cheap. Woo-hoo.

So we had fun. Boi thought he saw a girl we know from school so we spent several minutes trying to discreetly check out her face. The end conclusion was that we didn't know her. :-p I re-discovered that I hate salad dressing of any kind, and that cheezy noodles are great, but you need something stronger than water to drink with it. Two more years 'til legal alcohol...^^;

After eating food we hung out in my car for a while, because we're losers and couldn't think of a better place to go. Stupid lazy teenagers...^_^;; Then I took boi to his friend's house and went home, and was actually allowed to go to bed without going through my mother's questioning routine. Sleep is the good.
 
 
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(Anonymous) on August 26th, 2003 01:53 am (UTC)
hanging out in a car=being lazy...sure...
it is not tacky! it has a very medival times meet 1950s club meet middle of san francisco trolly track look. Their ice cream is to die for though