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Yesterday was St. Patty's day and as I am a new comer to the legal drinking scene I made the most of it. After a very interesting evening at a local bar, me and my boyfriend N.F. decided that food would be good before heading to bed.
Where did we go you ask? well maybe not because the answer is in the title of this post... Well.. in case you had not noticed we went to Krystal's!As I was eating my delicious tiny burger I thought to myself, "Krystal's is better when your drunk."
I tend to come up with my best ideas when I have had a few. And last night was no exception. Krystal's needs to do an overhaul on their advertising. If they just listen to me they will be raking in the money right and left.
Nobody eats at Krystal's if they are not slightly inebriated in some fashion..natural or self imposed. So, imagine it. A huge house party appears on your tv screen. Bad music and worse hook-ups. Nobody is dancing and the beer is almost gone. A nervous host looks at his watch nervously..Then...What's that? The doorbell? The anxious host runs to the door, flings it open, and who is there??
The Party God! What is that he is holding? Well 15 giant sackfuls of Krystal Burgers (with cheese of course)! and a whole lot of alcohol replenishment. Cuts to people dancing on the floor, Krystal Burgers in hand, people laughing, drinking, and enjoying the tiny Krystal goodness. Host smiles at Party God and says, "Thanks, Krystal's makes everything better when your drunk." END SCENE
The genius of it! they will make millions.
Why do I even bother with a Chef Salad? The only reason I get one is so I can eat the delicious toppings! The turkey and ham, the eggs and bacon, and lets not forget the Almighty Crouton! I dare say I waste seven bucks each time I purchase one of these lovely salads when I would be better off just buying a bag of meat, a slab O' Cheese,all the boiled eggs I could eat, and a economy sized bag of croutons. All of which I could pilfer at my leisure.
This morning my adorable dog,Buffy, decided that it would be a wonderful idea to run out the front door as I was heading out to pick up the newspaper.
She proceeds to run from me down the side walk and just at this moment, as I am yelling "Buffy!" "Buffy!" over and over, the girl down the street is walking out of her house to got to class. Buffy decides to stop briefly from running from me and run around the poor girl and bark at her.
The girl is laughing, which she should because it is quite comical to watch such a tiny dog bark as if she could cause any damage, and I am still in hot pursuit.AS I draw near, Buffy rushes away forgetting all about the girl-running further and further down the sidewalk.
I follow, beginning to find it less than funny, as I chase her into yard after yard. WE get almost to the end of the street when she abruptly stops, turns around, and dashes back the other way as fast as she can. And where does she end up? Right at my front door. She just sits and waits there for me to arrive. When I do, she has a look of 'What took you so long?' on her adorable little face.
We both head back into the house. An adventure I suppose. She, tired from her run, is dozing on the couch as I sit and bang away at my key board.sigh. Good morning indeed ;)
Curled up on my couch drinking Earl Grey tea and watching Middle March. I feel that it is appropriate as we are reading George Eliot in my Victorian women writers class. So far it is fairly interesting and its easy to see that Eliot had a style all her own.
I am half way through Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte. Even though Heathcliff and Catherine's relationship was tumultuous and ultimately sad I think that it is one of the most interesting relationships I have read about so far in my class. Nelly, the nanny, however is the most frustrating character I have read about in a long time. At every turn she is keeping her mouth shut when she shouldn't and flapping it to the wrong people at the wrong moment the next.
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