What a jerk I am.

Here it is, Clyde’s birthday and he’s taking ME to lunch.

Did I deserve it for being a fantastic friend, of course. Just not today.

I entered the empty Beverly Hills restaurant with my enormous camera in tow, much to Clyde’s embarrasment.

And then some other stuff happened which I forget now, this was a while ago.

I’ll cut to the chase: our server was fantastic, the 2nd half of the quite tasty calzone served as a more than adequate dinner that evening and Clyde should have been grateful I rented out the entire restaurant for us, cuz NO ONE was there.

Speaking of which, I’m starving. Gotta run and find something highly inappropriate to consume mass quantities of.