so heidi and i hit the town tonight. i'm pretty sure the dillards people thought she was drunk. she was out of control silly! (a night away from the kids really gets to her head) she was flailing around like a mad woman. drooling at times, too. she was pushing service buttons from the dressing rooms. she was barking at random people in the mall. i was a little embarrassed to be honest.
we dined at costa vida for dinner. costa vida's not half the man of cafe rio, but it was close & convenient & on a Friday night, no line (clearly cause they're a fraction of the deliciouso - ness) their tortilla's are rubbery. doughy. not so good. (i mean, mind you i still ate my whole entire salad & tortilla, but with disgust!) and their creamy tomatillo dressing, way too ranchy and not enough tomatillo-e. and there wasn't enough meat or salad. even when i'm famished, i can't eat the whole cafe rio salad. tonight, i liked my little disposable pie tin clean!
ok. i'm not going to lie anymore. heidi wasn't the mad woman. it was probably more me. the only truth from the first paragraph is that a dressing room service button was pushed. but she didn't push it. and people probably assumed i was drunk. but i did manage to keep my drool to myself, which is a very common problem for me. one time i drooled on a boy's arm. for no good reason, other than it happened before I could control it. classy! (do you wonder why i'm single?!?) but the sales lady at dillards, she introduced herself as nancy. i said, "nancy, this is heidi" heidi, in all honesty, was probably the embarrassed one!