So for my birthday, Nilda took me to the one restaurant that no Jewish boy from the suburbs can resist, Red Lobster. I asked Nilda to take a picture of me, but she was too cold to get the picture of the full "Red Lobster" or the 10-foot, turning lobster that's just off the to left. I tried to get a do-over, but that was quickly nixed as my "stupid picture" was not as important as getting into the nearest cab. Anyway, here's a picture of me in front of "Red." Thanks, sweetie! And yes, for Uncle Alan's knowledge, I spent way too much at Red Lobster.
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If someone can't recognize from the picture that you're standing in front of a Red Lobster, they're re-tah-ded.
What else did you get for your birthday?
p.s. last night's dinner bill paled significantly compared to your birthday dinner last year at Le Cirque!
Oh yeah, I forgot! Nilda got me great seats at a Flyers home game against Pittsburgh! It's a great gift, but are you really sure you want to get me into hockey, Nilda? Considering how much you luuuuuv football?
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