For as long as I can remember, I have been collecting memories at Olive Garden. I really don’t want this to sound like an endorsement but I can’t help it, I love the place!
I used to think my friends and I chose to go there because the food was good, and while that’s true, we really go because we never fail to have an amazing time. I take my camera to ensure I get a keepsake of time well spent. Even when it’s just two of us, we have a blast.
Last night I went with a group of 8 and without fail, it will go down in my memory’s Hall of Fame. The staff was kind and friendly and even put up with our loud, obnoxious, silly behavior.
The waiter asked how we would be splitting up the bill and RoRo told him, it would be three of us, two girls and one guy. He looked a little baffled and she said, “yes, the three of us” while pointing at DH she continued to say, “he is our husband.” The look on his face was beyond priceless and it looked like he was about to pass out. He quickly composed himself and admitted that she had absolutely caught him off guard and that set the tone for the rest of the night.1
By the end of the meal we had eaten way too much food and laughed more than most people do in a week.
This was exactly what I needed after the ridiculous drama-fest involving the mystery gamer aka Joe. When I question whether friendships can last forever, it’s moments like these when I get my answer. One hundred percent yes.
I can’t wait until next time.
- plus I now have a sister wife! who knew?!?!? [↩]
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