Sans a Memorial Day grill, I met my girlfriend at Dupar’s at the Farmer’s Market on Monday morning for breakfast. Our plan was to follow those buttery pancakes with “Shrek” at The Grove. Respectfully, I restrained from mentioning that I was here at the insistence of my niece, Maclaren, who detailed a vomiting scene from Shrek that she thought was ssooooo funny. I was left with strict instructions to call her back as soon as I saw it to confirm.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Shrek
Sans a Memorial Day grill, I met my girlfriend at Dupar’s at the Farmer’s Market on Monday morning for breakfast. Our plan was to follow those buttery pancakes with “Shrek” at The Grove. Respectfully, I restrained from mentioning that I was here at the insistence of my niece, Maclaren, who detailed a vomiting scene from Shrek that she thought was ssooooo funny. I was left with strict instructions to call her back as soon as I saw it to confirm.
