
In my last post when I mentioned my Panda buddy, Cara, was probably going to visit soon-- I didn't realize she was going to call me that evening to announce she was in town! We met up at a bar in Hollywood and caught up on life over a box of "hello panda" cookies and drinks. Ok. Drink, not drinks. I don't really drink so much. I'm a total lightweight. If I have just 20% of a beer I'm be a goner!
I promised the Panda story when she visited. It's probably not nearly as hillarious to others as it is to us, but here goes!:
We were working together in Vegas one day, driving down Sahara.
Cara: Do you want to grab some lunch?
Angie: Sure, sounds good.
Cara: What do you want to eat?
Angie: Oh, I don't know. I like pretty much anything. What's good near here?
Cara: Do you eat Panda?
You have to understand, I was new to Vegas and I didn't know Cara. My eyes went wide. Was she really talking about eating an endangered fluffy bear? I know what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but----
Cara started laughing as she realized I didn't know about:
Cara: Panda Express! haha! It's a chinese place!
From then on we became Panda buddies for life. lol! Ok, so next time I see Cara I'll tell you all the story about the day it rained Hooter fries on us.

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