After a day of the crazies, this is all that one needs for sanctuary. Sidled up to my bestie, we hunch over our small feast, laughing between much needed sips of the sanity restoring drink. Fresh squeezed grapefruit and Grey Goose, my friends, is the mommy's little helper of the working lady. You can thank me later.
Friday night and we are too tired to do much more than stuff our work delirious faces, bemoaning all the while our poor attendance of late at the gym. The real matter at heart, in these times of recession, forclosures and an all time high unemployment rate: the opening of the Hunger Games movie! We decide after much debate to forgo the blood-thirsty masses and hold our own Sunday morning vigil. For the discount, of course.
More about the Hunger Games later. Completely satisfied from my recent foray into the depths of Belly, Eugene Oregon's dirty little secret, I have to take a moment to be completely vulgar in my adoration of the establishment to whom I owe now 5,000 calories of treadmill time. But with, vehemently, no regret.
If you've never eaten at Belly restaurant and you live in Eugene, Oregon - you are a damn fool. Or a terribly busy person who does not have a lot of free time and is socially stunted. Redeem yourself! Go. Now.
Everything is amazing. The filet mingon is the closest thing to having a sexually gratifying experience in my mouth as I've ever had AND its the hands down best way to get to third base on a date night. Again, you can thank me later, with all the dirty details....
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