Italian Fare...

Friday:
Got off work, and headed to Bertuchi's Italian chain restaurant with Diane. I ate pretty heavy as I knew I had a long day in front of me Saturday. I had lasagna, which was pretty good, Diane went with a rosemary chicken sandwich kinda thing. Both tasted good (we share), although my dinner made me poop funny when I got home.

Walking out of the restaurant, we past a 15 year old kid sitting in the lobby waiting to be seated. He noticed my Led Zep T-shirt, and I noticed that he had on a Led Zep sweatshirt. We made eye contact, and gave the each other the jimmy page nod. I thought for a second that I should stop and tell the kid, that at 15 I'm sure he's getting is ass kicked a lot, but the beatings tend to stop at 25, and that he should stay the course. Someday, if he stays the course he can have his own www.fatinsertyournamehere.com website. Instead I just gave him this look, maybe if he's smart he'll go buy ushers album.