Text Exchange Re: Rainforest Cafe
Lisa: I’m at Rainforest Cafe. Don’t be jealous.
Marianne: How can I not be? I love monkey pot pie and toucan salad while the relaxing sounds of the rainforest blare in my ears.
This is Tracey Tree.
Marianne: Those are TERRIFYING.
Lisa: I know!!!
Marianne: Is Cam (Lisa’s 18 month-old) huddled up in the fetal position crying? Are you?
Lisa: Both. We have both hit the wall.
Should I get Milli a souvenir?
Marianne: Oh yes. She will hold it and squeeze it and make it her own.
Lisa: I ordered fried cheese. I’m about to drown my sorrows.
Marianne: Well fried cheese is the best way.
That’s something you order when you just don’t give a fuck anymore.
Marianne: Exactly. And when the waiter brings it out, you challenge him with your eyes.
“Say somethin’ biatch!”
Lisa: I will. I’m going to slap it right out of his hand.
I’m just going to open wide like a baby bird.
Marianne: just dump it all in here, “waiter.”
Lisa: Haha! Don’t even act like my kids are getting any of that, “waiter”!!!
Marianne: Right! You know REAL waiters do not work at Rainforest Cafe, btw!
Lisa: NOW BRING ME MY DAMN CHECK SO I CAN GET THE HELL OUT.
And he fucked up my order. Thank god for the cheese.
Marianne: He’s real lucky. He’s about to become Tracey Tree’s permanent accessory.
Lisa: Haha! I’m about to stick Tracey Tree’s right arm up his little ass.
At least the food there is really top drawer.
Lisa: Right. GAG.
It’s amazing what people will eat.