Oh, how I love thee.
If you'll remember (you don't), I blogged awhile back about Grindhouse Burger Bar. The onion rings changed my life, and the burgers... aw, hell. I might go back right now.
Anyway. A bunch of us met up for some burger & beer time. You may recognize some of the rascals in question. And if ya don't, learn 'em up quick!
This is a picture of my Nate taking his first bite of meat in... what, two months? Three?
Worth it. He'll tell ya so himself.
He's a kickass photographartistguy. If I ask him nicely, maybe he'll do a burger photoshoot.
My favourite afternoon date partners. Love 'em. Best hugs in the city.
My sister and bro-in-law came out too, which was fun.
Brought about a bit of an Android v.s. iPhone conversation, which I'll get to shortly. Siri-ously.
Foodies. Likely sharing a foodie joke that us non-foodies don't get.
I can only assume it's not about Big Macs... Joel doesn't think Big Macs are a laughing matter.
I think Big Macs are a delicious matter, however.
Look! Nate and I have tongues! Imagine that.
Somehow I missed a picture of the lovely Jill and her supercute fiance. I'll be sure to rectify that next time. Good times, burgerfreaks!
Now... onto the phone debacle.
My Blackberry has gone tits up, so to speak. The Bell guy told me I'm due for an upgrade (yay), and I've been planning on going Android next. I just dig 'em. But, I'll admit, I'm not always the most knowledgeable chick when it comes to these damn cellular devices, so gimme your guidance if you must.
Teach me, phone Yodas.