To: Matt, George, Gavin, Jen, Becca, Bini, Jo & Nick:
From: Sarah
Subject: hear ye, hear ye
I now hereby declare that we will go somewhere for lunch that allows us to sit outside. Options include but are not limited to: Quizno’s, Fuddrucker’s, Mediterraneo’s, Jason’s Deli, and possibly La Madeline’s or Zio’s. That is all.
I just want to eat lunch somewhere outside, because it is gorgeous today. I can’t remember a day in August ever being this nice anywhere I’ve lived, not Charlotte, not Atlanta, and definitely not Houston. But here it is. August 13 and the high is only supposed to be 89 degrees, with low humidity.
So I just want to eat outside. But our lunch group can never settle on a place to eat. One person doesn’t like green things. Another couple people refuse to eat mediterranean food. Another person doesn’t want to have anything that’s remotely fast food-ish. In my email I gave six choices, and we can’t settle on any of them. Apparently Quizno’s is too boring, Fuddrucker’s and Meidterraneo’s were immediately vetoed because people don’t like them, Jason’s Deli was out because their outdoor seating looks over the parking lot, La Madeleine’s wasn’t even considered, and Zio’s was rejected because a couple weeks ago they had, I kid you not, “oily tables.”
So no decision has been made as of yet, which means that around 11:15 we’ll all head down to the parking lot still arguing over where we should go. It happens every freaking week, and it’s so annoying. I think I’ve reached my limit on trying to make entire groups of people all happy at the same time.
Nacho bought a new bike on Wednesday and came over last night to go riding with me. My bike had another flat tire (my third since April — what gives?) so I went outside to change it. I put the new tube in and was pumping it up, when around 60 psi, BAM! The tube popped. It was so loud and sounded so much like a gunshot that I was afraid people might come running out of their apartments in a panic. Anyway, that was my last tube, so instead of riding speedy-fast down the road with Nacho and his Trek 5200, I got to dink around on my mountain bike while he zoomed in circles around me. Stupid tire tubes.
Oh my, Jen just posted the most hilarious account of our lunch wars ever. Read it.
