Last night the BF and I decided it was high time for a date night. And, since the BF had a flex-car all day for work, we decided to go somewhere for dinner that we can't usually get to. What did we decide on? Olive Garden (thanks Dale, for putting that idea in my head. Bitch.). That's right, we drove out to the surburbs for an oversized helping of mannicotti and a great big Tour of Italy. Before you all start hatin' on the OG, the unlimted salad and breadsticks are seriously bomb. This little trip, however, reminded me how much I. HATE. THE. SUBURBS! Especially the Virginia suburbs. Look, Maryland suburbs are bad too, just not quite as bad. The suburbs are just a trashy mix of fat old people, yuppie straight couples with kids, and a whole lot of SUV's. There aren't even sidewalks in the suburbs. Even if I wanted to walk somewhere, I wouldn't be able to without being hit by a ten-ton Jeep Grand Cherokee driven by an oxycontin addicted soccer mom gabbing away on her cell phone. Anyway, luckily we were only there for about an hour and manged to escape the evil clutches of satan. It was close though.
Side note: The Olive Garden sits in the same parking lot as a Giant that I used to shop at when I lived near by. For split second as we got out of the car I had a mini-panic attack. All I could remember about this Giant was shopping there while the sniper was on the loose. Getting out of my car and ducking as I zigzagged my way across the parking lot into the door. Many of you probably reading this probably weren't in DC (especially the suburbs) during the sniper incident. Well let me tell you, my roommate and I were terrified. We were so nervous going to the grocery stores or pumping gas. And we defintiely weren't the only ones. Not to mention, whenever a white van drove by my heart would go racing. Anytime we'd see police cars and helicopters racing up and down the street knowing that someone else got shot. It was at this time that we'd make out move, running to the store or buying gas. 'Cause if he just shot someone 20 mins away we knew we were safe for a bit. Living like that for a month or however long it was, defintiely not fun. Anyway, sorry for the wild tangent. Whenever I go back to that area it reminds me of that whole mess and how scary it all was.
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I remember that my gym was in the same strip mall as a Michael's store and for some reason there was always a Michael's near where people were shot. It was mildly humorous to see people zig zag their way to their cars from the gym. I will say that I never stood by the pump when pumping gas, always got back in the car until it was done. Oddly enough, the asshole wasn't even driving a white van, though they have always freaked me out ever since the story of the "white van" drive by the kidnapper who would steal you away if you wandered off. At least that's the story my mom used to scare my brother and I into not wandering off.
buah ha ha ha ha you went to Olive Garden!!! I've actually never been there but was always intrigued by the all you can eat thing.... also never been to a sizzler, do those still exist?
Hey now! Don't be hating on Bailey's X-roads - that was my hood!
Anson and Corey forced me to that Olive Garden 2x (against my proud Italian heritage!) oh how I remember the gastritis than ensued...
For the record, while Merrland is a democratic state (compared to VA) the MD suburbs are GHEEEEEEEEEEETTO, more escalades and broke-ass ghettomobiles per square mile than anywhere... they just ignant!
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