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Middle-aged man who has a nasty tendency to live in his own inner world instead of the real one. I once scored the highest possible score on the 'thought' scale of a personality test - that should give you some idea. Hopes that someone out there might enjoy occasional glimpses of what lies beneath the surface.
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I should celebrate by going to Outback Steakhouse (even though I'm not the biggest fan of steak). There's nothin' like going to a franchise restaurant that commercializes Australia... :)
Carly, if you go, make sure you use lots of "Aussie" hair products first so you can really look the (Americanized) part. You know, big hair is coming back into style... Why not raise your 'Hibiscus' hair with some root lifter before you down those shrimps from the barbie, mate?!
(that was horrible!.. on the other hand I'm giddy to be back online, inserting links, even. ;) )
I'm in DIRE need of root lifter so, even though you were kidding on the square, I might have to try it!
I was at Outback about half a year ago and took a picture of a sign they had on the wall. It was a "Kangaroo: 15 km" sign. I was pretty amused by it.
LOL!
Yeah, and their menu is pretty funny, too. There's an Outback Steakhouse just down the street from us here. I pass it 4 times a day, taking and picking the kids up from school. But the last time I went to one was a few years ago in Arizona. They had stuffed kangaroos sitting on cacti. Funny.
Then Sean lost his wedding band that night. Not funny. We had the manager and the entire restaurant looking all over the floor for us. He just suddenly noticed it wasn't on his hand as we were about to leave and he figured he maybe lost in in the men's room while he was in there or maybe in the seats of the booth we were at. Nope. Couldn't find it after a good 45 minutes of looking. We finally left without the ring and I was telling him how I would have to get the next one inscribed with more than just 'To Sean Love Mary 5-15-93' and include his cell phone number on it or something. Not funny, he was ticked.
Then, we got in the car and went to strap Connor in his car seat, and he found his ring on the seat, next to the belt buckle thing. Apparently, it had fallen off BEFORE we ever entered the restaurant. Man, did we feel dumb.
This concludes our How Far Can You Stretch to Tell An Australia-Related Story storyhour.
Their menus are pretty clever. Any time I go there I have at least 3 Wallaby Darneds. Uh, I forgot what's in one. Peach Schnapps, orange juice, a bunch of other citrusy stuff...delicious.
Geez, I'm glad Sean found his wedding ring!!! What a hectic situation.
Did you see my TF post a couple months ago about how I went out to dinner with a couple of my friends and one of them found $160 in the booth behind us (the people who were sitting there had just left) and she sprinted out of the restaurant, not knowing exactly how much money she had taken? Yeah, that was at Outback in one of the nearby suburbs and now I'm afraid to set foot inside that one. Anyway, I had issues with it because I thought it was REALLY shady of her to take it.
Would that kangaroo sign have been yellow and black, and diamond-shaped? Not so much amusing as a very useful warning, if you've ever seen what happens when a kangaroo meets a car. Not very pretty for either party.
Sorry, that was a bit icky, but it's true.
Otherwise, though, if these Outback Steakhouses are anything like a place I went to in Cardiff when I was over there, I'd be rolling in the aisles. All sorts of slang terms I'd never use, for starters.
Wallaby Darned, eh? I'm wondering if that pun works better with an American accent...
Yeah, you gotta say it like John Wayne, slightly drunk.
Yup. That's what the kangaroo sign looked like! And I'm sure they are quite useful--can't argue with that.
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