i love going out for dinner.
just love it.
if i could afford to go out every single night and meet up with people over dinner
i would do it in a heart beat
sure…i would probably tire of it eventually…i do like cooking for people…but that’s not really my point.
i headed into the city last night for a dinner meet up. I love taking the train into the city. I bypass the congested highways during rush hour, get into the heart of the city in minutes…without the stress of traffic and crazy expensive parking.
there is something about going out for dinner. especially in the summer.
sitting on the patio, enjoying the heat..a cold beer and great company. it’s the ambiance i am especially attracted to in the city.
there’s also the crazies…like the homeless guy who asked me for a smoke…and when i said i didn’t have any got all crazy aggressive and was yelling “liar” at me…
or the dood who told me i shouldn’t dress so hot cause he was already burning up…or the dood who stared at me through my whole dinner. like an uncomfortable stare…where he shoulda just invited himself to sit on my lap…cause really…it seemed like he wanted to be at our table lol
i have pretty much mastered the art of low carb ordering while i am out for dinner. when i first started this years ago it made me feel very uncomfortable asking for things to be changed to accomodate me. i’ve realized no one really cares how you want your food…and now it’s just second nature to me.
we had to wait about an hour for our table but we got to hang out on the patio and have a drink and catch up. i asked the bartender what low carb beer she had and she mentioned one i had never heard of before…made by a local brewery. i asked her twice…cause i wanted to make sure…and she assured me that it was low carb.
Once we got our table and our waiter came to take our drink order…i wanted another beer…and asked for that one…and the waiter told me that it was not low carb…at all.
Sooooo i more than likely consumed all my carb allowance in one beer…and then some.
oh well…it’s not like it was done on purpose…these are the risks you take when you are out and about and not at home where you are the one responsible for the things that enter your home for consumption.
a wonderful evening was had by all. but i am tired today mamma. two late nights in a row…it gets to this ol’ girl.