
The night was going well until the waiter came to deliver us our drinks. One drink on to the table. Then the next. Then red wine went a flying all over me and Cat. Then it stopped. Then it somehow started again. Who knew a wine glass could hold sooo much wine?
He's very lucky that we were the ones he spilled on. He would have gotten a good scolding from most other patrons, but instead he got asked on a date by Cat. He's taking her to an Italian restaurant in Manhattan. Go Cat!
-Megan
4 comments:
WE will want a report on Cat's date, you know!
Oh, it'll happen! I hope Cat doesn't read this post before she spills all her beans.
Oh lord. How did I miss this?
hah! that'll teach you to slack on reading our blog!
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