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"You never order GOY at a deli, unless you're Diane Keaton," said my dad, after I admitted to him that I'd made a very bad decision at the Carnegie Deli. While hubby gobbled down a corned beef sandwich bigger than a taxi, the SJG stared forlornly at the Carnegie version of a tuna melt. It was mountainous and unconquerable and just plain unappetizing. I seriously don't know what I was thinking. I blame Annie, the ancient waitress, who hobbled up to our tiny table and asked, "What can I get you, ladies?" The hubby-centric gender mishap threw me, and somehow "bagel, cream cheese and lox" came out tuna melt. Mainly, I ate pickles, which explains the non-stop burpage. Luckily, the gastric eruptions subsided by the time we sat down to "War Horse," an oh-my-gawd theatrical experience of how'd-they-do-that. Burping during such a dramatic feast of astonishing horse puppetry and anti-war sentiment would've been wrong on many levels. I am so glad Connie Ray, star of Broadway, ordered me to see it and I bought tickets early. This show is sold out well into next century. Tonight I see "Book of Mormon." I am one lucky SJG, except when it comes to ordering at the Carnegie Deli.
For goodness sake Carol please don't blog about this food ordering disaster! What would your Temple friends think if they knew you asked for tuna in a New York Deli? Shudder!
ReplyDeleteWhat? Too late? This isn't a text? Where am I? Whoopsie! Great... now the damage is done and people know you made a mistake and were punished by the Almighty by burping all night.
I share your shame.
Can't wait to hear about 'Book of Morman' . While you're still burping I'm coloring myself green with envy..,
Book of Mormon = hilairous!!!
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