NJ Diner Eat-Out

Tonight we met up with some friends for dinner at a local diner on Rt. 4 E. It's a really good diner that used to be a very gay hang out in the 80s, apparently. All the people leaving the bars in the area (now there's only one from like 3-4 years ago, I've heard) would congregate at this place - called the Belle Diner, I think, back then.

We always like meeting there for dinner with these friends cuz it's easy for us all to get to and it's got great selections of some of our favorite things. When Matt and I are on our diet, we can always get the salad bar along with broiled fresh seafood.

Tonight, having been sick for the past couple of weeks, we decided to make this our last "hoorah" for a while and get back to healthier eating tomorrow. We'll also start up at the gym again from a 2-3 week break.

The service tonight was especially slow, which in
its own right was good because it was really nice to catch up with these friends - we hadn't seen them for almost a month! Our waitress was one we'd seen before but rarely had serving our table. She came over after we'd finished our meal and told us with cigarette breath that her kid went to a Halloween party the night before. She had a piece of paper, which looked like a poster of some sort. Showing is to us, she explained that her husband had taken her son to a party while she was at work. Her son was excited that he was going to the party in this costume:



We exclaimed that it was interesting and were glad he had a good time. In reality we were all thinking, "Why is she scarring her child or letting her husband scar her child?" and "How old is this kid? Beyond the age of consent?" and "How many straight people have you shown this picture to and explained that your son wore it to a Halloween costume that your husband chaperoned?"

Pumpkin Fudge Ice Cream

Anyone read The Secret? I haven't, but I know what it's about. I "read" a little of it now and then when Matt was in the middle of the audio version (that's how he reads books). He says that I'm an amazing "manifester". I understand where he's coming from because it seems that when I innocuously and innocently ask about things, people, or situations, the things come up, those people contact us (most times out of the blue), or the situations get resolved within a short amount of time.

Here's an example. Tonight, I told Matt that I wanted something pumpkin at the diner. We were STUFFED and the thought of any dessert at that point was far from my mind; I had completely forgotten that I wanted pumpkin anything. As we were leaving, our friend, Bob, said to Matt (and I was too far away to hear them), "BTW, Bishoff's has pumpkin fudge ice cream."

Matt said something inaudible to him and then looked at me for acceptance or rebuttal. Matt repeated himself and I said, "Uh, yah! We so have to have that!! It's our last hoorah!"

Bishoff's, to be blunt, is the most evil place devised by man. It's the retro ice cream parlor from the 40s or the 50s. It's still around because it. is. the bomb. when it comes to all things we shouldn't have as adults.

Bob's partner talked sense into them and they didn't stop with us, even though it was on their way home. Bob yelled out the window to us as they drove away, "You guys are my heroes!!"

We got home with the ice cream and this was the beginning of the awesome carnage:

PUMPKIN:

FUDGE:

ICE CREAM:



Did you notice the little plastic bag of cookies? Yeah, I forgot to mention those because I was soooo fixated on the PUMPKIN FUDGE ICE CREAM!!