Witness my decadent lifestyle. I'm sitting here, eating Sara Lee Cookies & Cream and drinking coffee (the former because the Male and I had a binge, the latter because it's still too damn cold to be gaily eating ice cream, even though spring is bouncing around and making me think that I mightn't move to Queensland just yet).

Last night, we ate at the Hard Rock Cafe. On a whim. I love being able to have whims like that. The waiters were my sort of cool, the hickory cheeseburger was a finger-cleanliness disaster, and the next table was full of some posse. It was hilarious. It was the most fun I've had eating out in a long time. So what if they don't do duck. (They don't do fillet mignon either, and big double bonus points to anyone who knows why I was looking for it on the menu.)