Woke up early this morning with the roommates to take YerrBerr to The Cottage for a way-belated birthday brunch. We had planned to leave by 7:30, but none of us even woke up until 8. It was so tempting to postpone it (again) and just stay in bed, but we hustled to get ready and rushed out the door, determined to finally make it happen.
The food was amazing, but we always get weird service whenever we go out. Geez lady, stop harassing us, if you like the eggs benedict so much, eat it yourself. Then bring me my omelette. At least it was a nice day and we were all in a good mood this morning for actually getting there before noon.
I’d like to point out that Shelly has come a long way from when we first met freshman year and she couldn’t even finish a plate of mac and cheese. She polished off that huge plate of stuffed french toast (minus a few bites stolen by Yerr and I) like a true woman, and I am so proud :’) Take that, wrinkly old waitress. She doesn’t need a weak ass side-order, mah girls can eaaaat.
This was probably one of my most shamefully lazy weekends to date. Whatever, I had a really productive Wednesday…good job, Alexa =]
