'ello, peeps!
o, I had dinner w/ NB last night. We had a lovely time, dinner was fabulous, and there was much gossip, laughter, and deliciousness.
However, there were two Very Weird Incidents which I believe deserve to be blogged...and I actually, for a wonder, have a few minutes.
Very Weird Incident number 1:
We are sitting at one of those awful little two person tables, the kind that are intimate if you are on a date, but if you're just chillaxin w/ a homie, are kind of uncomfortably small..esp. when t hey start bringing you ginormous plates full of food, and you feel like Queen Glutton of Eat-Too-Much Mountain cuz there isn't enough room on your table for your plates. On the left us, is a walkway, on the right there is a another table, that is about a step up, and there is a screen between us and them.
An Old Man walks by us, and apparently somehow, Perhaps he has magical powers, sees somebody he knows on the other side of the screen. He reaches across our table, right between us, and over our food, to shake his friends hand. He does not acknowledge us, the fact that he is getting old man skin flakes all over our fried green tomatoes, or that what he is doing is rude beyond all reason. He just shakes this dudes hand, and then goes about his business...like we weren't even there. He doesnt' even look at us.
Apparently, we are invisible.
however, we are unfortunatly audible, as will be demonstrated by Weird Incident Two:
We have finished our tasty tasty dinner, and our walking back towards our cars. We have eaten at Amsterdam, for those of you in know. For those not familiar with the fine eaterys of Auburn, Amsterdam is in a at the end of a little strip mall types thing. This includes: the restuarant, a used book store/coffee shop, something which I suspect sells ..printer cartridges?...a yoga studio, and a tattoo parlour. (the tattoo parlor, btw, where I got my latest piece done.) We have paused between cars, on the sidewalk, and are talking about Sweeney Todd. It did not seem to be that we were being inappropriatily loud for an outdoor, public space not far from a restuarant, a coffee shop, and a tattoo parlor, but apparenlty we are, because some..be-yoga pansted woman comes out and says, in a tone of voice better reserved for seriel killers, and not those talking about musicals about them, "can you please move down? We can hear every word you're saying!"
this, while annoying, is not the weird part. I actually, at this point, feel kind of bad that my love of Stephen Sondheim and Johnny Depp, as well as my general dislike of Tim burton, have interupted the yoga antics, (though I do find it rather difficult to believe that we are the first people EVER to have talked audibly outside her door).
I say, as I'm walking away from the door, "oh, I'm really sorry!"
and she SHUSHES me! While I'm apologising.
I totally respect her right to ask us to move, I can certainly see how a conversation concerning slit throats and Helena Bonham Carter would be disruptive though I still find it odd that this is a problem she's never had before, I'm willing to accept my scolding at the hands of the Yoga Chick.
But she SHUSHED me...finger to the mouth and everything!
On the rudness scale, I maintain that the deliberate rudeness of shushing somebody while the are apologising for an inadvertent rudeness is a higher rudeness rating.
However, there were two Very Weird Incidents which I believe deserve to be blogged...and I actually, for a wonder, have a few minutes.
Very Weird Incident number 1:
We are sitting at one of those awful little two person tables, the kind that are intimate if you are on a date, but if you're just chillaxin w/ a homie, are kind of uncomfortably small..esp. when t hey start bringing you ginormous plates full of food, and you feel like Queen Glutton of Eat-Too-Much Mountain cuz there isn't enough room on your table for your plates. On the left us, is a walkway, on the right there is a another table, that is about a step up, and there is a screen between us and them.
An Old Man walks by us, and apparently somehow, Perhaps he has magical powers, sees somebody he knows on the other side of the screen. He reaches across our table, right between us, and over our food, to shake his friends hand. He does not acknowledge us, the fact that he is getting old man skin flakes all over our fried green tomatoes, or that what he is doing is rude beyond all reason. He just shakes this dudes hand, and then goes about his business...like we weren't even there. He doesnt' even look at us.
Apparently, we are invisible.
however, we are unfortunatly audible, as will be demonstrated by Weird Incident Two:
We have finished our tasty tasty dinner, and our walking back towards our cars. We have eaten at Amsterdam, for those of you in know. For those not familiar with the fine eaterys of Auburn, Amsterdam is in a at the end of a little strip mall types thing. This includes: the restuarant, a used book store/coffee shop, something which I suspect sells ..printer cartridges?...a yoga studio, and a tattoo parlour. (the tattoo parlor, btw, where I got my latest piece done.) We have paused between cars, on the sidewalk, and are talking about Sweeney Todd. It did not seem to be that we were being inappropriatily loud for an outdoor, public space not far from a restuarant, a coffee shop, and a tattoo parlor, but apparenlty we are, because some..be-yoga pansted woman comes out and says, in a tone of voice better reserved for seriel killers, and not those talking about musicals about them, "can you please move down? We can hear every word you're saying!"
this, while annoying, is not the weird part. I actually, at this point, feel kind of bad that my love of Stephen Sondheim and Johnny Depp, as well as my general dislike of Tim burton, have interupted the yoga antics, (though I do find it rather difficult to believe that we are the first people EVER to have talked audibly outside her door).
I say, as I'm walking away from the door, "oh, I'm really sorry!"
and she SHUSHES me! While I'm apologising.
I totally respect her right to ask us to move, I can certainly see how a conversation concerning slit throats and Helena Bonham Carter would be disruptive though I still find it odd that this is a problem she's never had before, I'm willing to accept my scolding at the hands of the Yoga Chick.
But she SHUSHED me...finger to the mouth and everything!
On the rudness scale, I maintain that the deliberate rudeness of shushing somebody while the are apologising for an inadvertent rudeness is a higher rudeness rating.