Blame it on George

We have to. It is all his fault. We went to dinner. Very innocent, right? It was late and the restaurant was emptying. Houston's, by the way. We sat at a table in the back and, omg, if we didn't have THE best looking waiter in the restaurant......maybe the world. I'm serious. He had cheekbones, dark eyebrows, brown eyes, black hair, 5 o'clock shadow, and the most incredible body, ever. He had on a black shirt that was made out of that under armour fabric, yes, it was clingy. Not much of a personality, but enough for us to keep ordering until they started closing! ha....we ordered drinks and a brownie to keep from having to leave. I know how desperate were we? After he brought our check we ordered one more round and brought it back on the bartender, thanks, Jose! That's when we asked where we should go. We had one night out, Friday. He asked what we wanted to do, lounge, sports bar, dance club.......guess what we said, yes, dance club. Well, he said, tonight is a good night and Saturday night. Friday? not sure where to go.

thelma and louise

oh yeah, this is why I love this movie! Not really the only reason.......but a very big one!