Missy’s twentieth birthday was yesterday, and we had such a blast! I made such a big fuss about this to a select few individuals (um, thanks for listening, Zach and Kathleen and Catherine!), so of course, it ended up being a great night, making me forget about all of the hostility I felt prior to leaving my flat and meeting the girls.
We hadn’t settled on a place before we met at 7 at our usual place, but we ended up deciding to head to Covent Garden/Leicester Square, and wandering around until we found something that looked appetizing. We got off the tube at Covent Garden after switching lines at Holborn (I feel like I’ve done that way too many times!) and meandered our way to Leicester Square. About halfway in between the two, we came across an Italian restaurant (one of thousands in that area, I think) called Bella Italia (I think!). It was busy and the menu looked yummy and affordable, so in we went. After a rough time getting plates for our cheesey garlic bread (Dad, you would be proud. I stared that Italian-accented waiter down. I got very huffy. They were laughing at me.), the rest of the night went off splendidly. Dinner was wonderful; I got a yummy Spaghetti Carbonara, and for dessert, a concoction called The Godfather (fudgey brownie covered in vanilla and toffee icecream, topped with whipped cream, chocolate covered raisings, and other chocolate things we couldn’t identify. Toffee icecream is delectable.). Everyone (oh, that would be Elizabeth, Jill, and Missy. Liz begged off, which was one of the things I was pissy about earlier) enjoyed their food, and it was a long dinner and the conversation was non stop/hysterically funny. We talk about really odd things when we dine. Last week, it was long division, this week, it was the nondimmensionalization of time. Yeah. Intense, right?
And my birthday is on Wednesday! 21! Whooo! I still need to come up with a restaurant idea, though…
