What about your friends?
Shitty day that made me appreciate how much I love you guys:
Work was shitty, blah blah, come home and play video games until Steph gets home and we head out to pick up Francis so we can meet up with one of Francis's friend's friends for their birthday dinner at Hennesey's in Seal Beach (free dinner the week of your b-day). I'm along for the ride because I want my freakin' pot pie, although it turns out they only have Shepherd's pie.
We get there kind of late, order a round of drinks and our food and kick back. I don't know anybody, so I'm pretty much just sitting there watching Sportscenter and listening for the off-chance mention of my name which would require my attention. My beer comes. Stephanie and Francis's food comes. A while later the waitress comes to ask if I want another beer. I say I'd like one with my food, she says, "What'd you order?" I tell her, she says, "Oh, I forgot to put it in, I'm so sorry! I'll have them rush it." I'm kind of pissed, but whatever, nothing I can do about it now. Thirty some-aught minutes later, my food's still not out and I just tell her to wrap it up and bring me my check.
While all this is going on, the friend of a friend of a friend and his friends are out having the longest fucking cigarette break ever. I swear it took them 45 minutes to smoke what they said was only one cigarette. Meanwhile the check has come and we're kind of nervous that they might skip out completely. Francis and Steph throw in their money, his friend and his girlfriend throw in theirs and eventually the others come back and start tossing in. When all's said and done...$100 short.
This is exactly why I got my own check. I've had this happen before with mass OB dinners and I wasn't about to risk it again with people I didn't know. It really makes me appreciate you guys all the more. I was reminiscing about my birthday dinner two years back at Greenfields when we actually had to give money back because there was way too much. It really is the little things like that that make me love and appreciate all of you so much more.
Work was shitty, blah blah, come home and play video games until Steph gets home and we head out to pick up Francis so we can meet up with one of Francis's friend's friends for their birthday dinner at Hennesey's in Seal Beach (free dinner the week of your b-day). I'm along for the ride because I want my freakin' pot pie, although it turns out they only have Shepherd's pie.
We get there kind of late, order a round of drinks and our food and kick back. I don't know anybody, so I'm pretty much just sitting there watching Sportscenter and listening for the off-chance mention of my name which would require my attention. My beer comes. Stephanie and Francis's food comes. A while later the waitress comes to ask if I want another beer. I say I'd like one with my food, she says, "What'd you order?" I tell her, she says, "Oh, I forgot to put it in, I'm so sorry! I'll have them rush it." I'm kind of pissed, but whatever, nothing I can do about it now. Thirty some-aught minutes later, my food's still not out and I just tell her to wrap it up and bring me my check.
While all this is going on, the friend of a friend of a friend and his friends are out having the longest fucking cigarette break ever. I swear it took them 45 minutes to smoke what they said was only one cigarette. Meanwhile the check has come and we're kind of nervous that they might skip out completely. Francis and Steph throw in their money, his friend and his girlfriend throw in theirs and eventually the others come back and start tossing in. When all's said and done...$100 short.
This is exactly why I got my own check. I've had this happen before with mass OB dinners and I wasn't about to risk it again with people I didn't know. It really makes me appreciate you guys all the more. I was reminiscing about my birthday dinner two years back at Greenfields when we actually had to give money back because there was way too much. It really is the little things like that that make me love and appreciate all of you so much more.