You don’t have to tell me how pathetic it is to a) go to Ruby Tuesday’s when you’re living in India, b) go to Ruby Tuesday’s more than once while you’re living in India, and c) go to Ruby Tuesday’s on your wedding anniversary. But that’s what we did tonight. The reason was this: after the amazing soundtrack I heard last time (Vanilla Ice, Right Said Fred, and The Chicken Dance, among others), Jenny wanted to get a taste of their musical stylings. And she really wanted a fajita, no matter how crappy it would inevitably be.
We sat there for an hour. The fajitas were worse than expected (cauliflower? broccoli? paneer???), the hot wings were anything but, and Rod Stewart never, ever stopped.
“Oh no not again
It hurts so good
I don’t understand