Well it was an interesting day yesterday. I had another migraine so I decided to stay home instead of going up my sister's house. I just bummed around the house and took a couple of doses of my "emeralds" - translation Advil
Liqui-Gels. I love those things because they work fast. Problem was they weren't working yesterday. I managed to finally shower by 3pm. That was the only time I felt that the water hitting my head wouldn't cause immense pain. When I get migraines...light, sound, smell, everything gets affected. By the end of the afternoon when my hubby got home from work I was feeling halfway decent. I was finally convinced to leave the house because he thought I would "feel better if I went outside". OK. Sure.

We went out for dinner to
TGI Fridays. It was a semi-disaster. We know the server so we tried not to complain too much because she is such a nice woman. But they really messed up
alot last night. What was going on was that we were at the location that is close to where the Bruce Springsteen concert was playing and it was PACKED. I guess everybody wanted to go to Fridays before they went to see The Boss. I sat there and wished I was going to see The Boss.
I don't think I will ever Maybe someday I will get to see him. I want to kick myself in my hind end because I'm from NJ for the love of God. How come I haven't seen him yet? Someday.
Back to our bizarre meal. We ordered Sesame Jack Chicken Strips for appetizer. Thank God we had a coupon for a free appetizer. I swear to God that the portion seriously was less than half the normal size. Did the Bruce people get to it before us? Were they running out and decided to downsize the portion? We didn't say anything because we had the coupon (which they didn't know about...so they weren't short changing us because of that) For dinner I ordered the All American Chicken sandwich which comes with bacon and I asked for
mayonnaise on the side. Well when it came out, both the bacon and the mayo were missing. My dinner also came with onion rings on the side. It came with three. I kid you not. They were the size of rubber bands. Three rubber bands. My hubby ordered the Jack Daniels cheeseburger with no tomato and asked for it to be extra EXTRA well-done, burnt to be the exact words he used. Well it came out

rarer than rare with a dripping tomato on top of it. It looked like it was hardly cooked.
Blech! Now the thing is, everybody makes mistakes. But both dinners were wrong. I got my bacon & mayo 10 minutes before my husband got his well-done burger. I felt bad eating mine while he waited for his. But he insisted because he didn't want mine to get cold. So basically, we sat together & ate at separate times.
Maybe we should have been "Born to Run" - We should have run the hell out of there.
LOL! Well I better run myself right into the bathroom and shower and get ready for the day. Back to the grind! Happy Monday everyone :)