All Day with Monica

I woke up pretty early today and figured it was a good idea to text message Monica and ask her if she wanted to go to brunch.  Before going to lunch, I saw my roommate, Melissa, and we watched Gingy rediscover his tail.  I got it on camera, and it's pretty funny.  

Monica and I went to Bob's diner on Ridge Avenue in the Roxborough section of Philadelphia.  They had FANTASTIC omelets and Monica decided it was the best she'd ever had.  She had spinach and crab in hers, and I had tomatoes and American cheese (big surprise).  

After the diner, Monica asked me if I wanted to go to Ross to pick out some toys for her dog, Jericho.  I picked out some stationary and tried to help her find a purse.  I also got a scratching post for Gingy, but he continues to scratch the carpet around the scratching post instead of the actual post.  Oh well.  No one ever said he was a smart cat.

After dropping off some toys for Jericho at Monica and Russ' apartment, we headed out to Target to pick up a few things, but made a pit stop at Starbucks first.  I got a pair of pants and a skirt so I could have a couple more bottoms to get me through until my other clothes start to fit me again after my hip surgery.  We came back here and Monica so kindly helped me lug my stuff up to my apartment.  

We watched Look Who's Talking with Kirstie Alley and John Travolta while munching on...munchies.  It was lovely, and then I went into a food coma before Catherine called me to go to the Ugly Moose.

Monica left, and I picked up Catherine at the train station around 7:15.  We headed to the Ugly Moose, split a Panini and discovered the 20 oz. special, Carlsberg.  It's a beer from Holland, pale, and delicious.  I started to hang out with my new bartender pal, Mac.  He's been serving me drinks for almost a year now, so it's about time I figured out what his name was.  After listening to some of Kyle's music, and hanging out, we went to a take out place to pick up some Corona for Melissa.  For the first time in a while, I was carded, and some flirty over the hill man at the place insisted on telling Catherine and I we looked like beautiful sisters.  The old man at the counter then tried to tell the woman working behind it that my ID must be fake because I'm from New Jersey.

We returned to my apartment to listen to watch the Dane Cook special on Comedy Central and drink some brews.  It was a quiet night of beer and laundry, aside from the part where I saw Kevin naked.  Oops.