I love you, let's go!
Jun. 11th, 2002 08:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpYou're so wonderfully, wonderfully, wonderfully, wonderfully pretty!
I found out from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sudrin that dianamarie was having a bit of a bad day, and was stuck in her hotel room with no way to escape and a desperate craving for anything that wasn't room service, so I drove up to Dublin (Ohio for those keeping score) and chauffeured her to Pizzaria Uno so she could get some food. We ended up sharing a piece of Oreo cheesecake after her meal, and then went back to the hotel to chill out until my awaited phone call.
Ryan (who is still the best boyfriend in the world for anyone who cares about such things) called and we met at Buca de Beppo in Worthington for our "Let's Get Married!" celebration. I brought a rose from Diana's room and presented it to him, and he promptly stowed it in the back seat of his car. We then proceeded to get thoroughly stuffed on salad, s'ghetti, and the largest bowl of tiramisu I've ever seen. SO. STUFFED.
He is such a great guy that he "showed me Mama's little piggy" with his tiramisu. The only other person who would do that for me in a restaurant is Baga. Yay! I less than three Ryan. He is the bestest boy in the whole wide world. Neither of us is particularly adept at making a food decision, though, so that was interesting.
I think I need to go for a walk this evening (when it cools off some more) to burn off some of today's desserts. I wish it would rain. And if it did, I wish someone was here to jump in puddles with me. I also need to watch another movie tonight, because they have to be watched by Thursday. I suppose if I had to I could return them late and get Megan to take my fees away, but I'm too honest for that.
p.s. Can anyone pick me up at the airport on Sunday night/Monday morning at 1am? I conned A. into giving me a ride there early Friday morning so I don't have to park in the lot. Pretty please? I'll buy you a milkshake.
That man had a really big sausage.
You know that I'd do anything for you.
I found out from
sudrin that dianamarie was having a bit of a bad day, and was stuck in her hotel room with no way to escape and a desperate craving for anything that wasn't room service, so I drove up to Dublin (Ohio for those keeping score) and chauffeured her to Pizzaria Uno so she could get some food. We ended up sharing a piece of Oreo cheesecake after her meal, and then went back to the hotel to chill out until my awaited phone call.Ryan (who is still the best boyfriend in the world for anyone who cares about such things) called and we met at Buca de Beppo in Worthington for our "Let's Get Married!" celebration. I brought a rose from Diana's room and presented it to him, and he promptly stowed it in the back seat of his car. We then proceeded to get thoroughly stuffed on salad, s'ghetti, and the largest bowl of tiramisu I've ever seen. SO. STUFFED.
He is such a great guy that he "showed me Mama's little piggy" with his tiramisu. The only other person who would do that for me in a restaurant is Baga. Yay! I less than three Ryan. He is the bestest boy in the whole wide world. Neither of us is particularly adept at making a food decision, though, so that was interesting.
I think I need to go for a walk this evening (when it cools off some more) to burn off some of today's desserts. I wish it would rain. And if it did, I wish someone was here to jump in puddles with me. I also need to watch another movie tonight, because they have to be watched by Thursday. I suppose if I had to I could return them late and get Megan to take my fees away, but I'm too honest for that.
p.s. Can anyone pick me up at the airport on Sunday night/Monday morning at 1am? I conned A. into giving me a ride there early Friday morning so I don't have to park in the lot. Pretty please? I'll buy you a milkshake.
That man had a really big sausage.
You know that I'd do anything for you.
