I forgot one of the major highlights of my post-hooding dinner at Bleu. Somehow they were out of grenadine for my Cherry Coke. Sad. But our crazy waitress, Sarah came up with a strawberry puree that was...in a word...life changing. I thought I loved grenadine in my Coke. But now - if it's not a fresh strawberry puree - then I'll just suffer through an actual Cherry Coke. Sigh.
Real time note: I'm at the Boise airport and there don't seem to be tons of folks on my flight, which is good. I hate Southwest to start with - but a full Southwest flight? I'd rather have broken wrists and be forced to play Guitar Hero.
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