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24MAY03: Well, we finally
went to the
Tonga Room. Now I can mark that off my list. I figure at
this point, I either need to add more things to do to my list or just do
them all and move to a new City and start over. Before the Tonga
Room, Mom, Jonathan and I went to the Cheesecake Factory (yes it takes 2
hours to get in) and sat outside on the roof of Macys' at Union Square.
(Damn, I love those avocado egg roll things.) Then we took a cable
car back to the BART station for my mother's second BART ride of her life-
she had seen it being built but moved before they finished it and never
got to ride on the darn things. So easy to please her- of course,
the Hurricane might have helped. Other highlights of the evening:
dancing on what seemed to be the deck of a ship, "Well, I was a groom
once". The photos below were taken with the Steel Trap, so they're
hella blurry- but that's part of the fun, right? |
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Oh, the palapas, the rain indoors, the fake lagoon and band on a boat. Add in the fact that drinks are like $15 each and have as much alcohol as the punch did in Kindergarten (hey, thanks again for that, Mrs. Geranium) and you have the splendor that is the Tonga Room. |
J-dog and I sharing a lava something or other. They provide these two-foot long straws, but the drink is so scant that by the time the juice first hits your mouth, there is probably none left in the glass. As you can see, we don't much care. | And we had a couple, of course, so I was able to add all of the cocktail decorations to my hairdo. You can see my Mom ahead of me, trying to glean some education from the hallway displays of old photos. You can't tell from this photo, but her hair looked fabulous. |
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