Caravan of dreams...

More like caravan of SCREAMS!! Just kidding. It wasn't sooo bad, but it definitely wasn't good. I had even less of a clue of what I was eating than the night before. I ordered the Live Tapas Platter. What I got was a pate (made of almond and parsley I believe?) that was not delicious, a salad comprised of lettuce and mint leaves (what?!) covered in an odd creamy dressing, literally 4 minute bites of grapefruit, some jicama sticks and 2 slices of tomato covered in a sad gross excuse for pesto. Mmmm. The sangria also tasted like fucking grape Hi-C. However Karli's sweet demeanor and good looks made up for all of the poor ruffage feast, of course. We then went to check out her new Manhattan crib and watch Sex in the City whilst drinking yet more wine. Wooot. BTW, check out a pretty cool video mash-up of Hung Up and Blue Monday here. Also be sure to download the free Raconteurs song on iTunes this week here. Also Feathers and Currituck County are playing Tonic tonight.