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In 1989, I fell in love. He was both the coolest and the cutest boy I'd ever laid eyes on. Bleach blonde hair, striking hazel eyes. A class-clown meets bad boy in the most adorable way. He had a cell phone 12 years before I had my first. He could stop time. Literally. I'd see him every Saturday morning. I'd laugh along with his antics, cry at his broken hearts, hope for him to get out of detentions, wish for his success, and, though I really, truly, loved him with all of my nine-year old heart, still hoped he'd always get the girl. Zack...

If you haven't noticed: I like to eat. I pretty much live for my next meal. And, yes, yes I am one of those girls who refuses to start eating (or let anyone touch communal food) until I have properly instagrammed it. I hope that doesn't turn you off from dining with me. Or from following me on instagram. Because I totally need more people to dine with. And to follow me on Instagram. So you should totally do both. I'm trying to make it a goal this year to finally go out and eat at all the places in Chicago...

KIDS Restaurant is a restaurant on the outskirts of Antigua staffed almost entirely by children. The kids shop for food, cook, serve, and entertain. In Americaland we'd probably call it a sweatshop. But here, it's called a charity. Kidding aside, it's actually a wonderful project. Kids are brought in to learn and practice English, social skills, and business. Our little server was shy and quiet, but he was adorable. Our French-themed 3-course meal included onion soup, orange-glazed chicken, and a crepe. Plus we got to witness a fake wedding and a little bit of break dancing....