table for hummanah?

it's widely known that valentine's day isn't the most beloved holiday. girls with boyfriends fawn over the gifts they get, and girls without boyfriends fawn over ice cream & alcohol. this year, I decided to skip both routes & just spend it with my bff.

sydney & I decided we would go out to eat, and then come home and watch family guy like we do basically every monday night. we settled on caffe boa in tempe. on the way there we got stuck in traffic while syd regretted not making our reservations under "sydney bieber". we finally found a parking spot on mill avenue and walked over to the restaurant. the hostess seemed a little surprised that it was two girls coming to eat. enter awkward.

the hostess seats us at a table and says "so, are you two each others date?" sydney and I exchange "uhhh??" looks and I quickly tell her we're the single girls club and are going out in protest of valentine's day. seeming to accept this answer, she disappears. sydney and I begin to realize that this restaurant is full of hot waiters & that we are the only same-gender couple in the room. the waiters take our order and refill our waters, we smile but they refuse to make eye contact with us. everyone gives us shifty glances out of the corners of their eyes and rush past our table. sydney and I loudly talk about how sad it is that our "boyfriends" are in the marines and can't be with us. no one seems to buy it.

we also should have at least glanced at the menu before we booked a reservation. I was so excited to order the gnocchi until I realized it was sprinkled with escargot. I had a small episode at the table until sydney assured me I could most likely order it without the snails. when I asked the waiter about it, I slipped up on me and syd's "sophisticated women in their early 20s going out for a nice dinner in no regards to a holiday" plan and almost said snails instead of escargot, so I ended up saying "can I get the gnocchi without the snescargot?" I just want to know who was the first person the pick up a snail, toss it over a fire, and decided it should be a delicacy.

yummy.

while looking up pictures of that little exquisite snack, I realized there are a lot of DISGUSTING looking snails. 

anyways, we finished our dinner and realized we had like -10 minutes left on our parking meter. we rushed back over to the car and filled it up with 10384 more quarters so we could get some frozen yogurt. on the way to mojo, sydney refused to walk next to me because she said I wouldn't stop quoting spongebob. as usual, I got way too much frozen yogurt, I'm talking like 7 different flavors. we sat and watched a pink panther cartoon while a group of ethnic women argued about everything under the sun next to us. then we went home and watched family guy. the end!

one more valentine's day successfully survived!

cheers,

lauren