Dr. Jekyll (or was it Mr. Hyde?) kept scaring the bejeebers out of me
I can't believe I just posted this awful picture of myself. At least everyone else looks good! Except for the shadows. Our little group of girlfriends now has officially deemed the first Saturday of every month Girls' Night Out. This time, Jenny was sick, and we sure did miss her. We should have had a picture with us looking sad that she wasn't there. Only people in Dallas (and San Antonio) can really know the experience of The Magic Time Machine . Oh, I'm sure there are similar places elsewhere. The waiters all dress up as pop culture icons (Jack Sparro, Ace Venutra, Barbie, The Mad Hatter, Where's Waldo). The restaurant is like a maze where you wonder around in circles from the salad bar back to your table. You dare not ask where the restrooms are. And you bravely order a Roman Orgy. (That's their feast and it comes with a special song.) We sat in a booth next to another booth that was inside the Sorcerer's Apprentice's hat. Our waiter was Dr...