Hehe...

Wow. I'm really bad at blogging.

So anyway, tonight I went to dinner at the Old Spaghetti Factory with my parents and grandparents. I was preparing for a boring evening since my brother now refuses to go to family functions. But no, I actually had a good time. You wanna know why? There was an extremely hot waiter. Wow. Right when I typed that, I started to daydream and lost my focus. Of course, it had to be the day where I didn't straighten my hair, didn't put makeup on, and wore a hoodie. Awesome. So he was taking my order and he was so close I could smell him, and oh my goodness. I'm surprised my sentences came out coherent. And then later on he asked if he could take my salad plate away, and I said yes. He didn't start to grab for it, so I reached my hand out to hand it to him. Well, he reached out his hand and they touched. Pretty sure the entire room went up 10 degrees because of the heat radiating from my face. I apologized, and he laughed. I bet he realized how embarrassed I was. He also had a really awesome tattoo on his wrist that said peace. So yeah. That was my eventful night. Note to self: Always make yourself look cute when going to restaurants.