tales from the gardenia de l'olives
written at 10:29 p.m. on 09.24.03
Ok, I promised you an entry about Olive Garden. Shannon already kinda gave a brief overview of the events in her diary. However, I will not let that deter me. Just beware. I am extremely bored, and I've been known to take some liberties in my story-telling when I'm bored. So, just be on the lookout for some major exaggeration. Anyway, here's the story:Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived five fair maidens of unspeakable beauty. Despite their gloriousness, the maidens were not proud or vain. They insisted on intending school with the ugly, commonplace children, and they did there best to befriend them. One afternoon, the maidens found themselves craving pasta. It was soon decided that all of them, as well as the young brother of the eldest maiden, would travel to the local Olive Garden after school for some nourishment. The maidens finished their lessons and left for the dining establishment. The driver of the first carriage proved to have some navigational issues, but those were soon resolved. Furthermore, one of the maidens discovered the amusing results of bouncing violently up and down in the carriage. This actually proved to be entertaining to even the passengers of the second carriage, who shared a good laugh about that. Finally, the fair young ladies arrived at the restaurant. The food was delicious and satisfied the maidens' cravings. The real issue arose when it came time to pay for the aforementioned meal. The eldest maiden, the one whose brother accompanied the ladies, only carried personal cheques. This proved to be a slight disaster. The young ladies tried in vain for hours to find a suitable way to pay for the meals. Eventually, the proprietor of the business accepted the cheque, and the maidens lived happily ever after. The end. There. Wasn't that exciting? I'm gonna go do some homework now. Or maybe I'll go see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Middle Earth. (Speaking of which, the pastor who spoke at chapel today sounded exactly like Merry and Pippin. It was so exciting.) Maybe next time I'll share some adventures from the trip to Judson Library the other day. The suspense is killing you, I can tell. Or, I could write about the killer Asian people who showed up at work. Hmm.. You'll just have to be patient!
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