tiredSad but true.
I'm trying to think of anything that happened in the last day or so that didn't involve karaoke. I, um, had dinner last night at the Cheesecake Factory, because they were there and open. The choices tend to get smaller when your first meal of the day is at 10:00pm.
The garlic noodles appear to have been made with extra oil. Ummm, yay.
I got a call back from good ol' Vinnie at 9:40am, which I answered because I was rather stupidly awake.
It was kinda inconclusive. It sounds like he's looking for a regular Friday entertainer, and I'm not going to be available for a number of Fridays in late July and August. I told him that, and he said he'd think about it and call back.
Which he apparently did at 1:00pm. To leave an incredibly useful "Please call me back" message. People, if you get voicemail, try to say something to advance the conversation. Granted, I didn't when I left one for him at 3:30pm, but then I don't have anything more to add at this point.
Except, perhaps, "Where the fuck is this restaurant?" I suspect, of the various Dino's out there, that it's this one, especially given the contact email address.
I always have loved driving. A 60 miles round trip (half of it during rush hour) sounds sooo enticing...
