Today started off with much happiness, good food, and laughter. Why? I had breakfast at Tiara Cafe with Kerfuffle, one of my bestest pals. (And, yes, I know what "kerfuffle" means, but it's one of our favorite words and just perfect for Kerfuffle, my fellow word nerd.)
Tiara Cafe's current window display features William Rast, the clothing line by jack-of-all-trades Justin Timberlake.
Tiara Cafe's breakfast, like all of Tiara's food, was delicious. No surprise here. And it came out at lightning speed, which was awesome and not typical of Tiara's service at lunch. Kerfuffle had a Ranch Breakfast (at least, that's what I think it was called). I had an Omelet Le Fe, which was packed with salami, spinach, tomatoes, mushrooms, and goat cheese. It was so good that I forgot that my fungal nemeses were in there. Ha! Tiara Cafe's hash browns are also interesting. They consist of both potatoes and onions, so they are naturally very flavorful and have no need for additional table seasoning.
When I couldn't take work anymore (some time around 9ish), I finally went home, grabbed a bite to eat, and went to see Dashboard Confessional again. Last night's show was much better. No "El Scorcho" cover tonight. Sad! Chris did, however, sing a few bars of Phantom Planet's "California" (for you music idiots, this was the theme song of The O.C.).
However, I got better pics tonight, as well as a zip hoodie. And I swear that Chris looked right into my eyes for at least 30 seconds at the end of the show, as he was taking a bow after his encore, and blew a kiss to me. I'm serious. If you don't believe me, check out the first bulletpoint under "trivia" here.
When I told Mr. Monkey this, he replied, "No, silly. He was looking at me!" Notwithstanding his snide remark, Mr. Monkey did agree that Chris was definitely giving someone the eye in our direction. I know it was me, damn it.
Now I'm tired but wired. I think I'll watch recorded Gossip Girl.
I'm back. Dude, it's 2:25 a.m. Argh.