Salmon and Body Bumping

It was birthday time for two of my friends. So Betsy and I took them out to dinner at Arnold Swartzennegar's favotire dinner spot, Called Lucca's. I liked the art on the walls. There were 2 commissioned pieces of a goose and a bull. I liked the bull. It was red on a yellow background. Primary colors make me giddy.

We discussed art and I tried to act like I remembered something I've learned from 4 years of art school. They didn't know the difference anyway, but my brain is lame. It;s amazing I can remember to breathe.

I had the salmon with cherry tomatoes and butta, baby! Oh my gosh! See everytime I go to a nice restaurant I order salmon and decide whether it will go onto my top 5 list of best salmon places. So far I now have 2 that I remember. (I have a nice list of places that I'll never order salmon again) The best I've ever had is the cajon salmon at Jason's in Lake Tahoe. The second best I now say is Lucca's in Sacramento. The third best is my friend Jennifer's mom's house. (It was second, but Lucca's got me with their cherry tomatoes) And there's still two slot's open in my top five.

The worst salmon I've had has occured at numerous restaurants including Red Lobster, Some fancy fish place on the river in sacramento off of garden highway called The Bue something-er-other, (sadly) the Cheese Cake factory (but I still like the cheese cake) and an asortment of others.

Later though we went dancing at our favorite 80's place. And made the mistake of taling to some guys in line before we got in. We just wanted to dance with ourselves, and one of the guys decided that since he came in with us near us more like) that he was part of our group for the night. He chatted up one of my friends for a while and the band started playing and I found I was some how sandwhiched between him and the huge back of some behemoth man in front of me. Since I kept bumping into the guy and we moved across the room he asked me to dance with him and I was like, um I guess. The song ends and I figure that;s it for the dance. He follows me and keeps trying to keep his hand on my stomach, which makes me incresingly uncomfortable. I didn't assert myself and tried to find the beat, which was impossible in the horde and my friends decided to try to ditch him again and i screamed help! and the grabbed me to take me away but the guy had latched on. So I did a spin out and after that made it clear I was off limits. 20 minutes later he finally got the hint. And I finally found the beat and started to have a good time.

I'm sure he was a nice guy, but I like to dance free! (plus they can never find my rhythm and try to make me conform to theirs, which sucks, so usually its all this weird bumping into people)

rhythm. I find that I often miss the beat of other people if I walk linked arm in arm with them. And it;s this that I concentrate on to make it right so we don't bob opposite eachother and have the ackward bumping. I realised this while walking with one of the best men in the wedding I was a bridesmaid in. haha. ackward.

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