Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Pasta night

Last night I went to pasta night at a local Italian place. One of the waitresses had a fake baby she had to take care of for her child development class. It cried occasionally. She kept it in the wine cooler. Towards the end of the night, people were putting cigarettes in its mouth.

At pasta night, you pick your own pasta, sauce, and toppings. I got bowties with creamy roasted garlic sauce, topped with spinach, grilled chicken, proscuitto, sausage, and roasted red peppers.

This is a big pile of empty beer cans:

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