bobcat pretzel III

at the moment i've got myself in a little bit of a trap. i sat down to write part three of the bobcat epic and fatima's friend linda said hello on the msn, the problem is, that i started telling her about fatima and her allure to the shop boys and this is like cat nip to linda, so you see the quandry...

i would just like to add to fatima's account, that the movie theatre we went to was the one that i went to with randy and fatima before the bishop's ball. we saw the book of mormon movie. so it was a blast from the past if you will. so before the movies we talked about eating after the movie. "we'll have something light" we decided, due to the lateness of the hour in which we'd be eating. accordingly after the movie we went straight to anduchi's, a pasta joint. i got 'the hulk' on radiatore. and fatima got the seafood stuffed inside the canneloni. a memorable moment at anduchi's. the waiter was pouring me some refil water and an ice cube fell onto the table. no problem for our waiter. he gave it flying swat, with his hand like a big cat would do. it flew off the table and hit the floor on a skid coming to a stop at a neighbouring booth occupied by three innocent diners. he seemed to think his actions were justified. as fatima said, he was a waiter of the many mood swings, swinging from a jocular "hello, ladies!" to "i've been working since six this morning" waa waa-ness, to "good work!" supportiveness refering to my eating practices, to "people make fun of me too..." vulnerability. we weren't into him and didn't comment and he slunk away. update: fatima's one remaining canneloni was feared missing, appa being the probable culprete, but thanks be, it is safe and sound wrapped in seran wrap in the fridge.

this is part three.