Thursday, July 10, 2008

End of a Good Thing

I had a very nice break in my day today. A break I didn't think was going to be possible as I was scheduled to be on 8, yes 8, separate conference calls today.

I was thinking I was going to be lucky to even make it to the bathroom throughout the day. Never in my wildest imagination or dreams did I think I would have time to eat, let alone go out to eat.

Someone was looking out for me today (thank you baby Jesus and Mom) as not only did I have time, I actually was able to enjoy lunch with one of my favorite peeps who happened to be in the area. I love when the unexpected like that happens.

Lunch was scrumptious, the company was outstanding, and I had mucho left overs.

Good times y'all. Good times!

If you put a mason jar of iced tea with lemon in front of this girl on a day like today, I will drain it faster than you probably thought possible.
Give us the chance to snarf on some peanuts and throw the shells on the floor with reckless abandon and be certain we will take full advantage.
Don't even try to deny with a name like the Original Roadhouse Grill we won't be ordering hunks of dead cow.
I balanced it out y'all. I added some surf with my turf. I love grilled shrimp. Oh yes I do.
Unfortunately this will be the last time I eat at this location. It's closing in a week due to lack of business. Location really does make a difference in the success of an establishment.
Let us all take a moment to say happy trails to this location of the Original Roadhouse Grill. {moment}
I'll get my tri tip from the Everett, Washington or Medford, Oregon location going forward.
Peace and Love Peeps.

4 comments:

wendy said...

Holy conference calls! Yikes!

I'm so glad you had a pleasant break in your day. Sounds like it was much needed, and a lot of fun!

Cheryl said...

Of course I don't know from conference calls. Not in my line of work. Can you do other stuff while you're on the phone? Stamp?

Ace C said...

Who is that mystery dude. For a second I thought that you had hit up the southern kitchen. I was about to lose my shit and come flying back to get some Miss Ruby's service. Ain't no red lipstick wearing, wig twisted to the side, orthopedic shoes waitress here for me to be serviced by. Damn! Damn! Damn!

Mo said...

Thanks Wendy!

Cheryl,
I wish I could do something fun like stamp while on a call. Most of the time I am working while listening but that is only when I am not the one leading the call.

Ace,
You crack me right me up! I think you should come back just for that anyway. And to beat the heat. The mystery man is a co-worker and friend.