6'3" slovakian waitress babes

went out to a fine italian meal with a couple of my high school buddies from oregon and mattmaust this evening. we dined in style at cicero's italian american eatery in lovely whittier (yeah its really in whittier). oddly enough no one who works at cicero's is italian. they have slavs and poles and brits and some crazy old women, but no italians. the food was amazing, the portions large, and the conversation was non-repeatable. all the trimming of a wonderful evening. but i am here in my office once again and about to head into another amazingly boring meeting for work. i hate night meetings, they are the worst. at least i get to go in looking like some crazy hooligan. i am so glad we dont have a dress code for these things...

oh yeah... song of the day goes to...20th Century Boy by T Rex