Adoration

I love being the center of attention. It's such a nice feeling to bask in the attention of everyone around you. I guess since the readers of this blog don't know me, it's hard to imagine what I look like. I don't really like describing my appearance; we'll leave it that I am comfortable with myself, I have worked as a model, and I am usually considered classically and universally cute. My current best friend, the girl who came to the beach house with me, is a completely different kind of beauty: she is petite, sharp looking, and covered in tattoos. She is beautiful, but in a very different way from myself. She has piercings and tattoos all over and is extremely involved in that scene: something that I know very little about, but find fascinating. 


Anyway, at the beach house this past weekend, we walked down the street for dinner with my parents when they got there on Saturday night. Of course, on the walk down, we run into our savior-neighbors, who proceed to try and push their son on us, insisting that we would make a good couple (the three of us!). Upon escaping them, we walked down the hill and into town to a fancy but low-key restaurant, one of my parents' faves. It's a bit pricy, but it's wonderful food in a relaxed atmosphere. 


We decided to all sit at the kitchen bar, where you can watch the chef preparing food behind the counter. Our waiter, who we will call Hotpants, looked rather like Tattoo's boyfriend, came to take our order, and as we're asking questions about subbing this and that and what this or that is on the menu, the chef, who we'll call Steve-O, leans over and tells us that he can make whatever we want. He says that "Pretty girls are no trouble; you can have whatever you like." So, of course, we modify the "wood-fire grill mix"into a surf-and-turf dish including fillet mignon, crab cakes, shrimp, risotto, rockfish, and fresh veggies. AHMazing. Throughout the meal, Steve-O, Hotpants, and another waiter will not take their eyes off us. Now, Tattoo and I both have boyfriends. Our boyfriends are friends; they introduced us. But that doesn't stop us from playing up to the adoring eyes of an entire restaurant.


Especially if it ends in free pumpkin cheesecake.