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This Little Piggy Went to the Cabaret

Yesterday the bestby took me on a cute date. He said I could pick where we went for dinner. I don't think he was expecting me to say BARBEQUE! But that is what I wanted. Because I haven't been to a bbq place since I was a vegetarian. Which was six years ago. Since I was a vegetarian though, I couldn't enjoy it! But tonight I could! So, we went to a bbq place. I had fun dressing up all girly before we went, I even did my hair! The whole ride there I had my feet on the dash and was like this is the life. I took pictures of my feet on the dash, but I will not be sharing them because, no.

BBQ!

The bestby was so hungry, he wanted to eat the menu.

I didn't like all the dead animals featured as decorations. But I did find it funny that they named everything after Charlotte's Web. I want to go read that now. 

There were ducks watching us from above

My food! I was impressed by the quickness. They had the food out in five minutes! I got the baby ribs. YUM! So. Good.

The bestby's food! 

The Illusive Sammy Smirk! I got it in a picture! 



My creeper photo of our waitress. Her name was Bailey and she was really nice! I liked her hair! She always came and checked on us when I was having a bbq fiasco though. Oh well!


I helped the bestby put his beans in, one bean at a time.

Look how messy the bestby was! Ok. You caught me. Those are my napkins. I put them all by the bestby's plate so that people wouldn't know I'm so messy. But I was eating ribs!

After dinner, we went to a cabaret with the bestby's family at his neighbors college. I had no idea what a cabaret was, but it sounds cool! On the drive there, I drew a nice picture.

I call it, Gangsta Mermaid Dolphin Love. I made sure not to forget the belly buttons, because this isn't Kyle XY

The stage for the cabaret was a whole lot smaller than I thought it would be. The room was nice and cozy. There was this really annoying guy sitting behind us though who kept laughing ridiculously loud through all the songs and was talking about the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and sounded like an idiot. He obviously didn't watch the documentary about them on BYU last year. Oh, and he was talking about his career as a swimsuit model. At that point I had to turn around and look at him. Oh my. If he can be a swimsuit model, the world is going downhill. 

Pipe things that started the Mo-Tab conversation behind me.

The Stage!

They had the music playing from up there on the balcony. Way cool!

I really enjoyed the cabaret! They sung songs from a ton of different Broadway plays. My favorite was from Ragtime about a girl on a swing. It was ridiculous. Hahaha! I'm so glad that the bestby invites me to things like this with his family. Before I met him, I never went out to plays and cabarets. I feel a lot more culturally educated. I never would have tasted flan, or gotten the always awkward cheek kiss. Even though it stresses me out when we go to events with all his Cuban and Latino friends, I always have fun and love how welcoming and loving they are. 

The only reason I get stressed out by the way is because all of them greet me different. Some just want a hand shake, some want a hug, and some a hug with cheek kiss and I can never remember who does what so I always end up looking silly, holding my hand out in the middle of a cheek kiss hug. I'm thankful for an awesome boyfriend who takes care of me and lets me be apart of everything in his life, especially the rich culture. 

The whole ride home from the cabaret I was speaking my limited spanish. I kept yelling Ten Cuidado! at the bestby's dad because he's a bit of a scary driver. Since I was showing him my spanish skills, he didn't get offended by my backseat driving. ;)

And so, that is the tale of how this little piggy went to the cabaret.
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