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ol’ obama and friends ate dinner at a fancy restaurant a few doors down from the bar this evening. you’d think, with 8000 people standing around outside staring at said restaurant, that J-Lo her-damn-self was in there. there was some ol’ queen who thought Cher was in the gayborhood.
ol’ ma and pa henry are coming up for brunch on sunday for mother’s day. now, i think the last time they set foot in my home was 2002. mikey’s parents have been in there more often and he’s only lived here a year. anyway, i got reservations at a nearby snack shop and i sent the menu to my mom so she could take a gander at it. of course the phone rings not thirty seconds after i send the email. and the conversation goes like this:
mom: “matthew, everything on this menu is breakfast”
me: “well, it’s brunch, but there’s non breakfast stuff too”
mom: “i’m not going to eat any of this”
me: “are you serious? there are flatbreads–that’s fancy talk for pizza– and homemade donuts and omelets”
mom: “i don’t eat eggs. and what’s connie going to eat?”
did i mention her friend connie and her husband are coming also?
mom: “i guess we’re just going to have to eat the caesar salad.”
me: “you’ll live”
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