Food at Cafe Laura

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~Bonus Thursday Blog~

WHAT IS CAFE LAURA?:
Sexkitten invited me to an elegant Italian dinner she was hosting for her class on campus at Cafe Laura. Originally we were scheduled in October where I could asked her sister Paula why she was being billed as a Spanish model when in fact she is Hawaiian (or if you believe her parents, 100% Italian; Yeah right, "Alu" is not Hawaiian, please girls!!). Unfortunately, that day was overbooked so we got shoved to today. Of course I might have possibly, per chance, with a slip of the mind, forgotten to tell Amy about the postponement-muhahahaha, maybe Amy is right; I am the devil.

DINNER BELL RING RING RING:
Genny originally didn't want to grace us with her presence sighting of her picky taste in food as an exuse (she doesn't like green foods), so I asked Carson to join us. Then Genny reconsidered under pressure from my advocate so we asked our table be resized.

HAPPY BELATED BAbbLER BDAY:
As most people know, nobody has ever successfully surprised me on my birthday, but Amy delivering a belated birthday card with CD of pics and videos today came close. Had it come tomorrow, a full month after my birthday, then it would have been rude, but coming today made me feel like I was getting a bonus birthday dinner. Thanks Amy.

The card was kind of pimp too, and saucy. I didn't believe the hottie nurse in the pic was Amy until close inspection. Was it her devious plan to make me smile with glitter upon first impression, just to curse me later to clean it up ever time I walk by as it sheds in my room? Maybe Amy is a good devil's advocate, she at least looks the tart, I mean looks the part.

THE ART OF FINE DINING:
How does one order when they are the great BAbbLER? First mention you love tiramisu. Then pick an ethnic soup, Italian wedding soup on this festive occasion. Next, mention you love tiramisu, followed by selecting the craziest entree you can't pronounce. In fact, be a pimp and when it arrives offer it to the indecisive girl at the table next to you so she can enjoy the unpronounceable dish too. Finally, fold up the dessert menu so only the word "tiramisu" is visible, and hand that to the smiling waitress. Finally, send the girls to stalk the waitress to give her the tip directly; otherwise the money purportedly goes to the class fund.

REFLEXTION:
I can resist everything except temptation; mmmm tiramisu. The dinner was exquisite. What a pity it isn't illegal. The conversation with Brooke, Kate and Carson was lively. We taught Genny how to eat Italian food by curling the noodles on the spoon, and Amy graced us with some of her personal fashion show with the napkin bib look, shown above.

Bon appetite for now, I'll look forward to the day when I can visit Sexkitten after college to see what kind of eats I can engulf wherever she gets a job.

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