Comments on: Where I’ve Been… http://www.memoirmentor.com/blog/2009/11/where-ive-been/ Helping You Write Your Life Story Sun, 11 Jul 2010 07:44:42 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 By: Memoir Mentor http://www.memoirmentor.com/blog/2009/11/where-ive-been/comment-page-1/#comment-244 Memoir Mentor Sat, 07 Nov 2009 20:08:01 +0000 http://www.memoirmentor.com/blog/?p=731#comment-244 Jim, I love this story. I wish I'd been at that San Luis Obispo restaurant with you. It sounds like you had a great time. Sometime I'm heading back to the CIA and having dinner there. We wished we could have stayed longer there this time. Dawn Jim,
I love this story. I wish I’d been at that San Luis Obispo restaurant with you. It sounds like you had a great time. Sometime I’m heading back to the CIA and having dinner there. We wished we could have stayed longer there this time.
Dawn

]]> By: Jim McKown http://www.memoirmentor.com/blog/2009/11/where-ive-been/comment-page-1/#comment-243 Jim McKown Sat, 07 Nov 2009 19:38:39 +0000 http://www.memoirmentor.com/blog/?p=731#comment-243 So, I mispelled "restaurant" three times in my earlier comment, but cannot find the way to correct the spelling. To those who would sanction my spelling ability, I can only say, "I know, I know!" So, I mispelled “restaurant” three times in my earlier comment, but cannot find the way to correct the spelling. To those who would sanction my spelling ability, I can only say, “I know, I know!”

]]> By: Jim McKown http://www.memoirmentor.com/blog/2009/11/where-ive-been/comment-page-1/#comment-242 Jim McKown Sat, 07 Nov 2009 19:30:00 +0000 http://www.memoirmentor.com/blog/?p=731#comment-242 A visit to the CIA is a great experience. We have been there for dinner, twice. Always a good meal, followed by unbelieveable deserts. But, there is a story... In the mid-1980s, ten of us (the Red, White, But Never Blue Wine Club) visited a restuarant in San Luis Obispo, CA. At a nearby table there was seated my friend, who was hosting a group of seven Japaese engineers, all graduates of the University. The two tables became friendly, sharing some good wines. Toward the end of the meal, things became slighly silly and gigly. Most of the eighteen vied for the honor of sticking a teaspoon on his/her nose and being able to retain that spoon for the longest period. Well, the waiters got to laughing and a few joined in. The Kitchen was well aware of these antics, with Chefs popping out ocassionally to check on our progress. "Twas a fun evening. Fast forward about two years to our second dinner at the CIA... We were chatting with our waitstaff, learning more about them. The personable young lady, our lead waitress, was from San Luis Obispo! We talked further and learned that she had been a waitress at that same restuarant where we had been a part of the "spoon scene." A spark of recognition, a great laugh, and she told us of the fun that we had created in the whole restuarant that evening! Our reputation preceded us... A visit to the CIA is a great experience. We have been there for dinner, twice. Always a good meal, followed by unbelieveable deserts. But, there is a story…

In the mid-1980s, ten of us (the Red, White, But Never Blue Wine Club) visited a restuarant in San Luis Obispo, CA. At a nearby table there was seated my friend, who was hosting a group of seven Japaese engineers, all graduates of the University. The two tables became friendly, sharing some good wines. Toward the end of the meal, things became slighly silly and gigly. Most of the eighteen vied for the honor of sticking a teaspoon on his/her nose and being able to retain that spoon for the longest period. Well, the waiters got to laughing and a few joined in. The Kitchen was well aware of these antics, with Chefs popping out ocassionally to check on our progress. “Twas a fun evening.

Fast forward about two years to our second dinner at the CIA… We were chatting with our waitstaff, learning more about them. The personable young lady, our lead waitress, was from San Luis Obispo! We talked further and learned that she had been a waitress at that same restuarant where we had been a part of the “spoon scene.” A spark of recognition, a great laugh, and she told us of the fun that we had created in the whole restuarant that evening! Our reputation preceded us…

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