I've been to a Denny's in Dayton, OH after last call. Can't recall how bad the food was.

I'm sure I've had worse.

I miss high school because my dad would always make us a home cooked greasy meal after drinking. Eggs, bacon and gravy. Yum.

Dude, Dennys! Hasn't everyone hung out at Dennys at some point in their lives? Of course in my neck of LA, the post-show spots to hang in HS were Cantors or Dolores'.

Apparently, there is this HUGE radio trivia contest here in town this weekend. There is a parade on Friday, it's round the clock all weekend.

My husband's boss' team came in 7th last year. He mentioned something about me joining their team when DH interviewed but I haven't heard from them so far.

Skipping lots just to say "Hey world!".

Now, getting back to the "reading all the internet I missed last night due to life". Oh yes, and work.

And I made banana muffins last night. I had to improvise with the recipe, a little bit, since it was in English and I couldn't understand what 1/c is, but all's well that ends well.

More coffee. Need.

Also in the "happened last night" section:

There's an extremely friendly street cat that hangs regularly around my building. I let him (or her, I didn't check) in from time to time, especially when it's cold outside. If I could only have it in my apartment, I would do so in a heartbeat.

Anyway, last night he sneaked into the building when I opened the door. Of course, he brushed itself against me like wonderful friendly cats do, and I showed it my appreciation. I entered the elevator, and it goes with me. I melt from cuteness. And then, a problem: I stand in front of my door, it wants to come in, I know I can't let it in.

So I called the elevator again, went down, trying to convince it to come outside (it was kindda late, I was afraid it might get stuck in the building whole night long). The whole thing repeated itself about 3 times. I could convince it to leave the building, but I was finally able to enter the elevator without the fuzzy escort.

That cat was so full with affection. You don't get to meet a lot of street cats like it.

Hi Shir!!

I have no idea why I'm still awake--last night I couldn't sleep, and was up reading until 4:30AM. And then got up this morning at 8:30AM. Ridic!

What was the 1/c referring to? It's...not a measurement I"m accustomed to. 1 c would be one cup, but...1/c? a badly written 1 t?

Living on the west coast, I do miss NY's delis and diners. Denny's & IHOP are poor substitutes. Although, here in Long Beach, there are a number of mom & pop places, but they all seem to be mornings only. Which means I rarely get the chance to hit them.

Hi meara!

1/c was referring to flour, but there was also use of c, which I assume meant "cup". So I added 1/2 cup of flour.

And wow, aren't you tired?

Wow Sarameg, that was quite an accident!

I am running late for work, which I hate, because there is a class. I woke up at 4:22 yesterday, was on the bus by 5:30, to work by6:20, worked until 5:30, went to theatre, worked until 8:40; and got home at 10:00. No wonder I could not get up this am, especially as I could not fall asleep. Also my cat woke me up ay 3, by laying on my butt and kneading it!

We went to Denny's and or Perkins almost every weekend night in High School. And, living in the boonies, we drove 45 minutes to get there! In college we used to sit and smoke for hours in Perkins, doing our homework.

I'm pretty sure I actually wrote 1/c in a recipe I was copying over just the other day! And I did mean to write 1/2 c.