Tonight I went out to dinner with Julia and we decided that we’d head up to Northgate to eat at Olive Garden. It was nice to be able to show up and be seated right away. But, that’s not why I’m writing. The reason I found our dinner funny was because the person who was our waitress was a girl who I helped at a party at Wendy’s last year, only becasue there was some serious drinking on her behalf. This is the same infamous girl that kept asking me questions but decided to only remember the answer to one, my number. She ended up taking me out for dinner to say thanks. After dinner I was taken back and was like, oh yeah, now I remember why I left your number in my phone, to remind myself to not answer it, just in case.