Hello, Incredifans! Glad to see you back again. I realize you only visit in hopes of a brawl, or because your job is hopelessly boring. Whatever your reason, you are the salt of the earth.
Last night I went to see the musical “Annie” with Jennyanydots, who of course was the star of the wonderful catfight two weeks ago. We started by visting a restaurant called the “Machine Shed” which as it turns out is called that because they use petroleum based lubricants to flavor the food. I ordered french onion soup and a pork tenderloin sandwich. The soup came out, and it was the nastiest thing I’ve ever tasted. It was like a cross between a garlic clove and a piece of raw catfish soaked in a nice broth of skunk.
I’ve never had french onion soup that I didn’t love. I order it EVERYWHERE. So, I sent it back, and Jennyanydots got the potato soup she so deeply desired. Then my sandwich came out. First of all, it looked like Tempura batter on it, which just doesn’t seem right, because it wasn’t a Chinese restaurant, but I figured… how bad can a pork tenderloin be?
It turns out it can be completely disgusting. It was so bad, I lost my will to eat as soon as I took a bite. In fact, I started thinking maybe I had a virus or something starting, because I never lose my appetite like that unless I’m sick. I managed to choke down half of the sandwich, but only because Jennyanydots pouted and told me she couldn’t enjoy herself if I was too sick to eat.
Finally we made it to the show, and as bad as this sounds, I immediately fell in love with the character “Molly” in the musical, who was the cutest little kid I’ve ever seen. (Except for “Lynne’s” kid, of course.) The girl that played Annie was a local kid, and she did a good job. She has a sweet voice, and a good stage presence, considering she’s only 12.
At the very end of the performance, as we were standing and applauding, we heard a loud THWACK, followed by shattering glass, roughly 3 feet to my left. I looked over, and the lens and carrier from the spotlight 30 feet above us had dropped right where people had been sitting minutes before. If they had not been inconsiderate and left early, they would have had a serious head injury.
When we got done with the musical, we went back to the car, and got in… it smelled like someone had barfed in the back seat. We looked back and realized it was the leftover half of my pork tenderloin. Apparently they had used some kind of “barf batter” because the smell was intense. We rolled down all the windows and headed for home.
I got home about 11:30, and of course, per usual, I couldn’t sleep, so I read my hate mail that people emailed me yesterday, and that put me right to sleep. I overslept and barely made it to work, which is bad because my departments are VERY busy right now. Oh well, nobody’s perfect. Not even IncrediIncredipete…