Candles and chocolate sauce...
Jan. 24th, 2003 11:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenQuick post.
Due to reasons that are too complex to go into, Pedar had to go to Warehouse tonight, some drug-rep thing. It's Friday night, neither my mother or me were doing anything, so we went along. For the benefit of those who don't live in the immediate vicinity, Warehouse is a cute little restaurant on Southport promanade.
Anyway, we went. And while we were there, we met one of Pedar's colleagues, Dr Memmon. He was there because it was his birthday earlier this week and he and his family were celebrating. I think someone must have let slip to the staff that Dr Memmon and his colleague's only daughter share a birthday... to cut a long story short, a waiter appeared suddenly beside me with a small, one-person chocolate cake with candles and a scoop of ice-cream in the centre of a huge plate, on which someone had scrawled "Happy Birthday, love the Warehouse" in chocolate sauce. I looked up at the waiter, who was sweet and adorable and undeniably gay, and he said, "When I heard it was your sixteenth, I couldn't resist..."
So that has thoroughly restored my good mood. I'm going to bed, and looking forward to tomorrow.
Due to reasons that are too complex to go into, Pedar had to go to Warehouse tonight, some drug-rep thing. It's Friday night, neither my mother or me were doing anything, so we went along. For the benefit of those who don't live in the immediate vicinity, Warehouse is a cute little restaurant on Southport promanade.
Anyway, we went. And while we were there, we met one of Pedar's colleagues, Dr Memmon. He was there because it was his birthday earlier this week and he and his family were celebrating. I think someone must have let slip to the staff that Dr Memmon and his colleague's only daughter share a birthday... to cut a long story short, a waiter appeared suddenly beside me with a small, one-person chocolate cake with candles and a scoop of ice-cream in the centre of a huge plate, on which someone had scrawled "Happy Birthday, love the Warehouse" in chocolate sauce. I looked up at the waiter, who was sweet and adorable and undeniably gay, and he said, "When I heard it was your sixteenth, I couldn't resist..."
So that has thoroughly restored my good mood. I'm going to bed, and looking forward to tomorrow.
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on 2003-01-24 04:29 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2003-01-25 12:32 am (UTC)... Would Sir like anything to follow his main course?
There you go, now even your LJ posts generate fan fiction. This would be a great first line for a five-minute-fic in any one of a number of fandoms.
> "When I heard it was your sixteenth, I couldn't resist..."
And this as the last line. Aaaaugh, my muse is on-line again. Wesley Crusher and ummm ...
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on 2003-01-25 06:54 am (UTC)