it was an obstacle getting to yard house. essentially, it wasn't a physical obstacle im talking about, but you probably think i was implying... it was more of a mind-game obstacle. our very first choice to eat dinner was at tin fish in horton plaza, but that decision was killed once we found out that it wasn't really a restaurant but was, instead, a buffet food store located in the food court arena of the mall. next, we all compromised to eat at a brazilian restaurant none of us ate at before, rei do gado, on fourth avenue. after the long trek from the mall to fourth avenue, we got bummed out about the 45 - 60 minute wait. man! we were hungry! and plus, we weren't patient enough to wait that long... there weren't even places to sit and we were all camera-less. immediately, i saw yard house to my left, located on 4th and broadway. funny thing was, ever since thursday night, i cried wolf -- twice! -- about rollin out to yard house to melin and bev. but something always came up. so this time, by accident, bev, ron, melin, and i ate dinner at yard house. oh! and i had my first cosmopolitan! aahhh... drinking that awakened reminiscent feelings of sex and the city. aww, i miss my girls!
afterwards, we all had food coma and headed home.
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