Continental breakfast? Yeah, right!!

If you follow me on , (and if you dont why dont you) then you may know that I'm in Fresno for a wedding.

We're staying at a place called The University inn, which is right across the street from Cal State Fresno.

We got here yesterday afternoon, checked in, and then decided to go have some chow. Since we saw a BJ's Brewhouse on the same street as our hotel, we decided to just walk over and have some dinner.

Turns out that while we thought it was 'just down the street,' it was considerably further than we'd anticipated. We saw Marie Callendars, Black Angus, and various other eating establishments.

We never did find BJ's, but we did make it to Red Lobster (our second choice last night) and since we'd never eaten at a RL before (and since we had no idea how far away bjs was) we decided to eat there.

Both Pops and I were impressed. The food was good (sauce was a little overpowering), the service was outstanding, and it was a very reasonable price. The blue cheese dressing needed help, but overall, it was a great dinner. Oh, and the free bisciuts rock.

We walked (miles) back to the hotel, and crashed out. Well, after a beer to two.

We got up this morning to have our continental breakfast....

Now, when I think of a continental breakfast, I think some kind of sweet roll, or muffins, or fruit....Not so much the case at this place.

There were 4 loaves of bread, a bowl of jelly paks, and a couple toasters.

There was coffee, of course, and a couple canisters with dry cereal in them, and a couple pitchers of milk.

That's all.

Pretty pathetic, actually.

Needless to say, we got a couple of coffees to go, and I went to Mickey D's for some Value Menu Goodness....

Being the dumbass I am, I decided to walk. Mc D's was much further away than I'd remembered, even after last nights walking fiasco....

Of course, just after we ate, we got a call from one of my cousins (in the same hotel) to let us know that everyone was going to breakfast.

Story of my life.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Life is a comedy for those who think... and a tragedy for those who feel.

Horace Walpole is credited with that quote.

I don't know if he was the first to say it or not, but I tend to agree with the analysis.

I'm posting from work today, so I don't get to write much, but I thought I'd drop in and post so y'all don't think I've fallen off the face of the Earth or something.

Hope all is well with y'all.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Happy Mother's Day....

To you, Mom, as well as any other mothers reading this.

That's all for now.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Two hearts slamming/As one /It's Blood music

Once again, tendency to be early has bitten me in the ass.

See, the vampires got ahold of me this past Friday, and I set an appointment. I had this great plan for today that included a trip to walmart, the to the coven. As I was walking, and not really sure how long the trip was going to take, I left a little earlier than I would have if Wally world wasn't involved.

Needless to say, I got to UBS waaaaaaaaay too early.

Got to the front door at 10:00, and they aren't open yet. I'm hoping that they open at 10:30, but I'm not counting on it.

Buenos con queso,

T.