Mar 25, 2005 22:13
seriously - everyone in that fuckin joint can go kiss my ass. i try to go out with my friends for a nice dinner and i almost end up flipping out. i didn't get anything i ordered until someone in my party asked where the fuck my food was (this is as everyone is almost done with their meal). our waiter apparently is supposed to ask us what we want, get us our drinks and then drop off the face of the fucking earth. WAY TO GO PEOPLE. wtf is customer service any more? you think by saying you'll comp my dinner means anything to me? you think i'll be satisfied knowing that my meal was on you? fuck that - you'll never see me in there ever again. nor will you see my family or friends in any instance of that food chain.
there was no line in that place. there was hardly anyone there to begin with... and so what - everyone gets their food and me, the reason why we were there in the first place, gets his food when everyone else is ready for coffee? gdi...
so yeah - didn't end up going to a bar after all. instead i had a shot with 2 of my best friends and watched Fight Club for the first time. fun flick. i would have liked to go to a bar, but you know what? fuck it. would have got drunk. that's it. nothing else would have happened - i would still be right here typing the same words to you as i am now. still stuk in here staring at the same 4 walls trying to find some inspiration or motivation to do whatever it is that i know deep inside i need to do.
so in summary - thanks everyone at the Boulder Creek on 20th Ave in College Point Queens for giving me one of the shittiest nights i have ever experienced. i seriously hope my friends didn't leave a fucking tip.
-adam