I am eating candy right now and I was discussing with WW that...erm actually she was quiet and probably in the other room, doing smth important, and I did all the yapyapyap'ing by myself...so...I (!) was discussing with myself that...oh my god I must really be a superwoman because I am able to eat the whole pack of those candies...which I, in fact, don't even like much. And then I said to myself...wait! No! You are not a superwoman because it's no big deal to eat lots of candy. Superwoman would resist eating it..superwoman wouldn't touch a single one! That really earns her the name "super"woman.
Anyway...
who ate all the candy, damn. *angry face*
To continue with my favourite subject "eating and food", I will talk about my last night's food fest in the Old Town. No it wasn't some big event where a lot of people stuff sandwiches down their throat...no, it was one of those everyday situations where I went out to eat "a bit"...take a modest snack...a bite or two.
I ended up eating more than I should, as always.
Yesterday my childhood friend had her 18th birthday party. After it I had some time to grab a bite with another of my close friends. It was snowing heavy. We parked the car. Then we parked it again. She is blonde too. Then we sat in the car for 5 minutes because I wanted to put my scarf around my head to keep my hair from getting wet.
Then I came out and my friend squeezed herself out too, because she had parked too close to the other car.
We walked through the whole Old Town, some really old and rather creepy looking men waved to us and a couple tried to talk.
We walked into the restaurant and as it was completely full, we decided to go to another place. We went to the door and I asked her if my scarf was okay. She said, yes you look like a blonde Taliban warrior. I started to laugh and said: "I wanna be a... "at the same time I pulled the door open and finished my sentence right into the face of a boy about my age "...SEXY blonde.." the last words came out kinda vaguely "...Taliban fighter."
The boy looked at me with pure fear in his eyes. He went by us faster than the wind. My friend started laughing and I said something along the lines of..."that didnt go well..."
So now we went to another place to eat and everything was nice until dessert.
I have to start from the beginning. We went in and ordered pasta. She is my original pasta alla carbonara friend. With her everything started for me. Years years years ago she told me she really likes spaghetti and she found this really good spaghetti. It was called spaghetti alla carbonara. After that one summer we went to Italy and there she ordered the same food in every fucking restaurant. I was like...what's with the carbonara???
Then I came home...and ate it at a local italian restaurant. God...I fell in love. Instantly.
I remember I sat at school and literally counted hours until I can go and eat it. With friends or alone. I didnt care. Many times I went and ate it alone.
Years have passed, I've had a lot of fun with carbonara, I've introduced it to many new people. They all seem to love it.
Now we both ordered carbonara, without saying a word. Yes we waved with hands and did funny facial expressions to the waiter. LOL, no. We didnt say a word to EACHOTHER about the pasta! :D
Also my friend said that njamnjamnjam she is so hungry that she will also order a dessert, cr�pes with ice cream.
I thought..nah...not good for my so called diet, I'll pass.
We ate our carbonaras and talked a lot. She is always so interesting to talk to. She is really one of those intelligent people who you get neat ideas which to stole and use in your own best interest. I'm lucky to have her in my life, we have been friends for a very long time. I was I don't know...3 years old or something.
We talked and ate and...then suddenly I feel, god, I want ice cream, I really want ice cream. So I told her - wait, I'll go and order some ice cream.
Behind the counter was a rather young guy, okay-looking. I took the menu and looked at it and I raised my eyes and he was looking me with a surprised/shocked face (imagine what an hour of snow falling right into your face can do to your mascara)
I looked at the menu again and then raised my eyes and noticed the guy was STILL looking at me. He coughed and tried to look away. I felt uncomfortable, but so did he. I'm thinking about sending him a postcard with a picture of a raccoon soon.
I told him what I wanted (Ice cream sundae) and paid and went quickly back to my friend. We talked for 5 min or so and then the waiter came and put the ice cream sundae infront of me on the table. I was trying not to look at him, grabbed the spoon and started eating the ice cream immediately.
We spoke about books we had read recently and my friend told me some really neat things she had read about. Suddenly I told her that damn all this chocolate on my ice cream is making me sick. I didn't want chocolate. I just wanted pure vanilla ice cream, and lots of it! But I only got one scoop and it was situated on a little pancake which was full of chocolate too. Too sweet for me.
My friend said: "mmm...that's exactly what I would like now...chocolate and pancakes. Damn where are my cr�pes?!"
The waiter came to take away my glass and asked if he could take my plate too. I said: "nonono, I'm still eating." I'm an estonian woman, I want to eat! I got one lousy scoop and he tries to take it away when I've had time to eat only half of it.
He blinked a little and said: "okayyy...."
My friend told him that: "Excuse me, I ordered cr�pes with ice cream..could I have them now?"
The waiter looked at her and asked if she was sure. My friend said that yes she is sure and the waiter promised to find out what was the deal with 'em.
In a few minutes he came back and put a huge glass bowl of vanilla ice cream in front of her. And looked at us with an ironic expression.
...
We both looked at the empty a bit chocolaty plate infront of me. I put down the spoon.
We were both silent. And then I said with this pathetical nervous voice: "eee....guess who ate your cr�pes..."
Fortunately I have a really sweet friend and she just started laughing real' hard and then I started doing the same and soon we were rolling on the sofa, trying to muffle the laughter into pillows.
That's what happens when 2 blondes go to a restaurant. My friend said that it's all the waiters fault. When you see 2 blondes have ordered somewhat similar things, then you have to go and say:
"This is ICE CREAM, yes, ICE CREAM, there is no chocolate, no pancakes, no cr�pes, just pure ordinary vanilla ice cream. And YOU ordered this. I am going to put it on the table. *turns to the friend* And YOU, don't even think about trying to eat it even though I put it in front of you on the table because there is a glass infront of your friend which I have to move first. NO! Don't take the spoon. You DID NOT order this!"
The funny thing is that my friend started now eating the ice cream and said: "ufff...I want chocolate. With cr�pes...full of chocolate..." And she gave my plate a sad look.
And I added with sadness in my voice: "This was EXACTLY what I wanted too...a big bowl of vanilla ice cream."
We begun laughing again so hard. My stomach hurt after that.
Or maybe it hurt because I ate carbonara, cr�pes and after that I helped my friend finish off the ice cream too.
So, don't ever go to a restaurant with me because first I eat your food and then I'll eat mine too.
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