text: This was an impromptu eat spot for our little \"group\" because Jaime did a little too much drinkey-drinkey and needed to sober up. (they've obviously never been to a DYL). \n\nSince I was with my (former) exboyfriend, I was *nervous* and happy and giddy so it didn't matter what the fuck I ordered as long as I took a couple bites to keep him happy, but it also didn't matter that I couldn't read the fucking menu because I was too drunk.\n\nI was a little loud. And by little, I mean I proclaimed to the entire restaurant that my (ex) boyfriend had a red mark on his nose from some fucking accident boohoo asshole and I put makeup on to cover it up. \n\nAll the while, those dingleberrys at the table ordered some two bottles of champagne and then took my second glass away from me (or did I just drink it all?) and kept laughing at my \"jokes\", so it perpetuated the continuing of humiliating myself and my (asshole ex) boyfriend. Who the fuck cares?! I'M NEVER GOING TO SEE YOU AGAIN.\n\nAlso, WHERE THE FUCK IS MY FOOD. OH YEAH, ITS RIGHT THERE, SITTING UNTOUCHED AFTER ONE BITE BECAUSE IT TASTES LIKE MY ASS AFTER I'VE HAD FOOD POISONING.\n\nOnce again, really...I'm not bitter at ALL.