Good Times

Yesterday I drove back to my hometown of Rochester to attend a good friend's bridal shower. I was pretty excited to head out for a couple of reasons...

#1 I absolutely love this family. Seriously. They were practically my adoptive family during my high school years and really made what could have been a pretty bad few years for me completely bearable. I always felt welcome... and that was something I didn't necessarily feel at home. Also they are just a fun loud family... the whole extended family... and they never disappoint.

#2 The shower was being held at Kruse & Muer ... my all time favorite hometown restaurant. My family no longer lives in Rochester... but when they did I'd inevitably head here to eat EVERY time I went home. Why?...you might ask... well, I"ll tell you... because they have the best bread I've ever had in my life. Period. I don't know anyone who doesn't love it. When I was in high school you could actually pop in and just buy a "bag of bread". It's kind of like a baguette made of pizza dough, rolled in oil and covered in salt, poppy seeds & other herbs. Fantastic and addicting.

#3 This is the very same restaurant where I met Justin when I came out to meet up with blogger friend Heather. And that is literally the third thing to pop into my mind... "How great would that be if Justin was there?!?!" You might recall that I felt compelled to write about him after he waited on our table and that he actually came to my blog and commented. Oh those were some good times....

Anyway yesterday I hit some unfortunate road closures and despite my best intentions was running about 15 minutes late. I had planned to ask the wait staff when I arrived if Justin was on duty.... because how could I not?... it would be too funny to miss! But I was late and I didn't feel I had any time for shenanigans. When I parked my car I saw another waiter heading in and thought to ask him but then I kind of had an odd moment of shyness and I just went straight into the party.

Well not moments after saying my hellos who do you think walks into the room?

YES! The one and only Justin was actually assigned to serve the party. How freaking great is that?! I think Justin was more than I little shocked to see me... I mean why wouldn't he be? It's been over 4 months since our infamous meeting. Since then I've cut my own hair... yes, Justin, I cut it myself... believe it! I've gone on with my little bloggy life and he's gone on serving other crazy women (possibly not quite as crazy). Anyway having Justin there only improved what was already a fun outing for me. He gave me the VIP treatment. Seriously it was the best. It was like I had my own special waiter. It almost made me feel a little bit famous.

Shhh... he even sent me home with fresh bread...