Poll: Favorite Cuisine(s)

Come to think of it, I read the exact same thing.  

The first French restaurant I went to was called Chez Jean and it was in this super small country town in Indiana.  I went with my college friend, Rachel, who was a French major and she was dying to go.  Gosh, we were only like 21 years old.  The bill was over 200 dollars!  Oh, my god! 

Rachel was such a money scammer, though.  She would sign up for the maximum number of credit hours for school courses, then after she was sure she was going to get the maximum amount for her student loans, she would immediately call up the Registrar's office and drop all the courses except for two, which was what she needed to remain a student, and then in a couple of weeks she would get a check for something like 8,000 dollars.  Wow. I haven't thought about this in years.  She was a transgender person and she would have to come up with all these elaborate ways to finance all her operations.  She could be super creative.  I'll never forget the day she called me on the phone after she got her check and said "Toddy!  Yay!  I got my check today!  Now I can get my tits!  Yay!" and then she would hold the receiver under her shoulder and make clapping sounds over the phone.  She was hilarious and shameless and kind of an unbelievable individual.  But, boy, was she fun!  All my female friends, with the exception of two, have been crazy.

When she had her final operation and was being wheeled into surgery, one of the nurses commented on how lovely her manicured nails were, and this I will never forget, Rachel's last words before passing out were, in response to the compliment...  "Oh, the Vietnamese are the only ones who know what they're doing..."   That was a bona fide, true blue ROTFLMAO!!!!

I just had to share that!  I miss her, but she was soooo high-maintenance, it was not to be believed!