So today I had my monthly CPRW meeting, and as usual, we went for lunch afterwards. We went to the same restaurant we’ve been hitting for the past couple months, because of one reason.
ALBERT.
Oh, yes, the food is good, but ALLLLLBERT! (We love Albert!) Albert is cute. Very, very cute.
Although, dude, I should totally smack you for saying I’m your mom’s age. Because hello, so totally not. I mean, sure, I could’ve been your babysitter. But NOT your mother.
Anyway, Albert was, as usual, a very good waiter. He even told me he checked out my website. HAHA! Ohhhhhh, Albert. Sweet, innocent, Albert. *pets*
But, just the way we like it, he was on the ball, happily carrying away plates one at a time, just so we could have more, more, MORE Albert. Oh, and he danced. Did I mention this place has the wait staff dance? Yeah. I’m pretty glad *I* don’t have to dance there, but let me say something.
I had a good meal AND the dancing was better than my sad stripper experience of a few nights ago. So, that was really good. Even though no pants came off.
At any rate, Albert, we will miss you sorely when you leave us for the summer. We will shed a bitter, bitter tear at never having seen your tattoo (being that it’s in a private place not suitable to be shown in public.) And if you see a purple Impala 1966 convertible cruising your neighborhood with a bunch of women in it, we’re just looking for the outlets. Seriously.
THANK YOU ALBERT! WE LOVE YOU!
M
PS — If you were serious about needing that extra money, you can email me. I can’t promise I’d have something you’d be interested in, but I will keep it in mind.
readinbed AT gmail.com
PPS — you are welcome to also become my Minion. See the sidebar.
If you enjoyed this post, make sure you subscribe to my RSS feed!
