a night with frobojo

(...the best medicine)

frobojo and i were going to go bowling. but we went to a movie, thinking it would be more low-key since we were both feeling blah. little did we know that in the span of two and a half hours, we'd go to prom and eat dinner with dancing chilis at an italian/mexican restaurant.

review of the evening:

the lincoln lawyer was a great movie:

~matthew m= good.

~marisa tomei= great.

~the soundtrack and storyline= fab.

~the cinematography from the very front row and with a nauseous tummy= horrible.

bottom line: arrive early enough to sit in the back, folks.

dinner at picolos was good, and nostalgic for me:

~funny, old flamboyant waiter= fun

~ ol' standby basket of rolls and chips and salsa= brought back memories

~ thick, fat homemade spaghetti noodles and homemade sauce= hit the (nauseous) spot.

bottom line: best late night dinner ever.

company with frobojo:

~always hilarious

~always loud

~always genuine

bottom line: best saturday night in a while. (even though she's still beating me at droidwords scrabble)