Anyone remember that episode of Friends? I loved that sitcom. Even though I myself was never a Friends-insane-fanatic like some people I know, I did love the show. And I do remember sitting in my Belmont University apartment, spring of 2005, with 400 people piled in (okay, 5 people?), watching the last and final episode of that wonderful piece of television history. Why am I going on and on? (Because thats what I do....) But... when my sister posted on my Facebook wall that I should update my blog, uh-hum, excuse me, my blawg, the only thing that happens to be on my mind right now is cheesecake.
I had quite the cheesecake experience about 52 hours ago. Picture this: a weekend trip-with-a-purpose-not-really-a-weekend-but-a-good-35-hours-or-so, and in the biggest, fanciest best city in the sweet state of Tennessee (hey, I can spell it): I, a bff, and an unassuming tag, zoom northeast after overcoming several obstacles only found in the Olympics. Eight, or nine hours later.... we finally reached our destination. Over the course of the entire day, the tag almost fell into a stranger's shower stall, we were arrested for breaking and entering a vehicle via a tennis racket, we crashed Mardi Gras, wrestled a Bruin, climbed a rock wall, (or... rode the elevator.. I can't remember..?), learned how long it takes to cook cheese sticks at Sonic, and successfully got completely lost in 2 square blocks of residential neighborhood. Exhaustion set in. Then Sonic grease. Then some stupid E! Network show that resembles a news show, but really looks like a bunch of uneducated bozos who happen to look great in short dresses and hooker shoes who like to talk about other folks. Aka: some retarded gossip show was on tv and no one knew how to work the remote to change the channel. I learned who Julliana is. I think that's her name.
Anyway, so... all of a sudden after this huge, busy sequence of events went down,... there it was. It was as plain as anything I've ever seen before in all of my life. The cheesecake. I'm not really that big of a cheesecake fan,.. I mean.. I LOVE anything with those four letters attached anywhere to it.. C-A-K-E.. but.. cheesecake holds a close 2nd to vanilla cake with confetti all over it in my book. Ice Cream is about number 12. It was amazing. Red Velvet Cake Cheesecake. Are you freakin KIDDING ME????? Oh no... the bff had to tell me to "keep it down" when I first put that slice of pure ecstacy in my mouth. (This, from a chick who danced solo to "I'm a Slave 4 U" in a Pizza Hut during dinner hour once upon a time.... !!! lmfao.Hhahaha!!!!) I screamed out loud. I mean... nothing is better than this cheesecake. NOTHING.
So in my reckless abandonment of making love to this cheesecake slice, which was $8.45..(!!!), it had better been great!, I LOST my !@#$%!! scarf! Not the ones that my sister knitted for me, or the one that my other bff's mom knitted me for Christmas one year, or the smelly one that I have no idea where it came from.., but my big wide red and black houndstooth scarf that I could put over my head like a rain bonnet that my husband just bought for me last fall on his trip to Chattychat!!!!!!! When I finally got back to where I was staying.. the scarf was missing. I checked the car. I checked the trunk. I just KNEW I had that scarf with me in the Cheesecake Factory. Alas, it was gone. I think someone stole it!!
But, could someone really have stolen a scarf off of my body? Well knowing me, I was so enamored with thinking about this Cheesecake and how stupid it is for me to be in love with it, I think I left my scarf sitting on a bench. Either that, or I just had to have flushed it down the toilet, and I think I would have noticed if I did that.
BOOOHOOOO.!!! I can't believe I went to Nashville and lost my scarf!!! Well.. its not the first time and I'm sure it won't be the last..
So, approximately 16 hours later, I am back at the Cheesecake Factory. I'm really not sure why, this time. The Cheesecake wanted more cheesecake I suppose. My stomach had to be pumped full of Immodium all day because of the first cheesecake episode... Anyway, so while I'm there, I ask for the lost and found from the previous evening. I knew my scarf would pop out of that cabinet that LeQuiontakeesha was looking through, but it DID NOT!!! :...( !
Well, that settled that debate then, I must have flushed it down the toilet. Attention all female Cheesecake Factory diners in the next few days: stall number one in the women's room is stopped up because of a wool wide red and black houndstooth scarf. Sorry, ladies.
Anyway, nothing about dogs or living with dogs in this edition, but I did make mention of a Bruin in the third paragraph. That's a big bear who happens to live on campus at Belmont and stands very erect in front of the Plant Operations Building and is made of bronze.. or concrete and is painted brown.
So, the cheesecake caused me to lose my dang scarf, but I did find some rreeeeaaalllllyyy good Cheesecake in the process...
