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I'm in Dallas. Having dinner solo at Brio, but OUTSIDE. In AUGUST. In TEXAS. (that should be reason enough for a blog post, right?)

Arrived after a long day in our Dallas office, doing more filming for the marking video I've posted about before, and some meetings. Arrived starving. And as you know, that's never a good state for me.

I let my waiter know (very nicely I'm sure) that I was starving. (It took a while between being seated and him coming with the menu. Like, a full two minutes.) The meal was delicious, which probably anything would have been at that point.

Only bad part about this story is that the waiter insisted on calling me "ma'am." In my book, I've got at least until November to be called "ma'am." I'm just sayin'.

Anyway, at one point, I was slowing down eating. Oh, I'm also on my laptop the entire dinner. So, I slow down eating, and he says, "can I clear that for you?" To which I respond, "NO!... I mean, um, I'm still eating."

I was hungry.

So, I finish eating, and order more wine. I am by myself, afterall, and have nothing else to do with the evening!

He brings the wine. Then, a few minutes later, he brings this little cappuccino cup filled with something. He sets it down, and says, "I thought I'd bring this for you. It's an orange creme brule. It's a little sweet. Because you looked sweet."

I. SWEAR. TO. GOD.

This kind of thing doesn't happen to me, so I thought all of you should know about it. It's probably going to end up being a highlight of the summer! Ha!