Ferillo. It was Saturday night and the joint was anything but jumping. It was Deadsville. But what the hell! We’d bring our own atmo. We braved the subtle bleachy/worn mop smell and took our seats in the window.
It used to be all about Grande Soy Lattes and low-fat, no-whip fraps. Spending my children’s tuition at Starbucks? Uh, yeah. Until now. Because there’s a new drink in town…
I got over my aversion to Oprah and to daytime TV today. I really let myself go to the edge of the couch for today….For today was DREAMGIRLS day. Yes, it’s true. DREAMGIRLS has arrived. Ish.
Things have definitely changed since I was a trick-or-treater. Where have all the caramels gone? And when did candy get so pricey? And so puny? Two Hershey’s kisses in a mini pack? That’s just rude. Even the-already tiny Rockets have shrunk into mini versions. It ain’t right.