Last Thursday, on my first night in California, my mom took Kleine, Dodo, me, Sparks, and Dodi's boyfriend out to dinner. My mom's good friend also joined us. The restaurant did not have a lot of vegetarian options, but they did have a vegetarian platter on the menu. I asked what was in the vegetarian platter, and it was basically just some chickpeas and feta. It sounded good to me. However, when the waitress came to take our order, the following occurred:
Me: I will have the vagetarian pletter... I mean, the vagetar...the vah- no, ehgetarian platter.
Waitress: The vegetarian platter?
Me: Yes, the vag...the, uh...the va...the...yes, I will have that.
Waitress: Okay.
Me: And another beer.
I don't know what kind of weird mental/freudian thing was going on at that particular moment in time, but I literally could not say "vegetarian platter." I think I was reversing the vowels from vegetarian and platter, but I basically just order a vag platter about five times.
Luckily this was California, so the waitress was very sweet and mellow about the whole thing. But it took me all of the strength that I possess not to leave that restaurant and wait for everyone in the car.
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zuzu
Showing posts with label Douche bonnet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Douche bonnet. Show all posts
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Monday, February 7, 2011
In Happier News!
Some of the highlights of staying at Hotel Madera in DC. The hotel was actually totally lovely and reasonably priced with excellent service, but clearly marketed for hip young couples (which me and my also-hetero and attached girlfriend were definitely not):
Rawr animal print bathrobes. Unfortunately my friend didn't realize that when she claimed the giraffe robe that it was made for a giant burly man. Check out the couple modeling them on that tag. There were couples having pillow fights, drinking, generally being romantic on EVERYTHING. The little thing you put on the door telling the cleaners not to bother cleaning the room said "CRAVING PRIVACY". Yeah.
Our absolute favorite item, though, was the shower cap with appropriate French translation:
We decided if someone were wearing the shower cap, this conversation should happen:
Person 1: Why are you wearing a shower cap?
Person 2: You mean my douche bonnet?
Rawr animal print bathrobes. Unfortunately my friend didn't realize that when she claimed the giraffe robe that it was made for a giant burly man. Check out the couple modeling them on that tag. There were couples having pillow fights, drinking, generally being romantic on EVERYTHING. The little thing you put on the door telling the cleaners not to bother cleaning the room said "CRAVING PRIVACY". Yeah.Our absolute favorite item, though, was the shower cap with appropriate French translation:
We decided if someone were wearing the shower cap, this conversation should happen:
Person 1: Why are you wearing a shower cap?
Person 2: You mean my douche bonnet?
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