5.12.2010

CPKizzle in the Hizzle!

For those of you not down with the cool kids, CPK stands for California Pizza Kitchen. That's where Chrystal, Guy and I went for lunch today. My stomach has been a real jerkoff lately so I thought it would be best to stear clear of my usual M.O. (anything smothered in 4 lbs of butter and/or cheese). Instead, I opted for the the Original Chopped Salad (I know- salad- wtf?!?!) Trust me, this is a salad for non-salad eaters. According to the CPK menu it has the following items: chopped iceberg, salami, basil, roasted turkey breast, tomatoes, mozzarella, and garbanzo beans tossed in an herb-mustard parmesan vinaigrette. Long story short, it tasts like a Subway Cold Cut Trio minus the bun... and with a lot more lettuce. It's the perfect thing to order on a warm day or when you want to try a salad but don't want your stomach to get all sadfaced. I used to work at a CPK when I was in college and can pretty much tell you the pros and cons of every item on the menu- circa 2005, that is.


So this CPK in particular has something very creepy going on. No, it's not the manager who always reminds me of Borat. It's the mural on the second story. Allow me to explain. In the waiting area, the ceilings are extra high, but there's no actual second story. It's just wall. This is what you see when you look up............



(Click to maximize creepiness.)

Aside from the night terrors I'll be having tonight, CPK was just what The Doctor ordered (remember I call my belly The Doctor...? I know- I'm hilare.)

So yesterday, there was a bit of a shit-my-pants moment in the TILTE house. While I was getting ready for work, I got a call on my cell, but didn't answer because I figured it was something non-important, like my boss or something. So I continued getting ready- brushed my teeth, dried my hair, etc. Finally, I went over to check my voicemail. It was a number I didn't recognize... and a voice I didn't recognize... saying "Hi, I have your dog, Kosmo..." WHAT.THE.FRAG. How the hizzell did wonder pup escape my mental deathgrip??? I called the number back right away and made arrangements to meet them in 10 minutes. So 10 min later, I grabbed my purse and went into the livingroom and noticed the front door was wide open! Shit, now I have TWO wonder pups running rampant around the neighborhood. Luckily, Biscuit loves me too much and could never stray. Instead, she chose to use her moment of freedom to run through the bushes, covering her head with a doile of spider webs.

I drove down to meet the couple who found Kosmo and hoped they wouldn't decide to hold him for ransom. Thankfully, they came walking up a minute later. It was a young couple and they were SO nice! They fed him water with milk in it because they "didn't have anything for puppies". (Soooo cute- they thought Kosmo was a pup!) I thanked them a bazillion times and much to Kosmo's dismay, brought him back home.


Welcome back, dream dog.

6 comments:

RN Mama said...

Ok, that mural is totally freaky deaky. What the hell? Why would you have a mural looking like people are trapped up in there?

Junket said...

There's gotta be more to that mural than we know. I bet there are dead people there. Also, I'm glad Kosmo was found by nice people. I would no less than die if something happened to my boy. I once got a call while I was on a business trip from someone who found my dog....that a family member was "watching". I fucking freaked.

Deborah said...

Gimme that salad! It looks exactly what I want to eat right now.

You're Lucky I Don't Have a Gun... said...

mystery solved: CPK steals your soul.

Anything Fits A Naked Man said...

CPK RULES! It cures ALL ailments, as far as I'm concerned! So glad your ADORABLE dog is back home safe and sound!

You're Lucky I Don't Have a Gun... said...

AFNM- thanks!! we think he's adorable too! -sometimes, anyway...

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