Yes. Maybe. No. Yes.
Valentine's dinner was a success. I know the typical lament of it being contrived, which it is, and about how its one day out of the year that shouldn't be an exception to the rule, and it that is correct. But it worked. And I got full. Thai 9 with a logo that looks like Motel 6.
How did I know I was out of my element? This asshole with slicked back hair, the kind only a person who seats you can have, with pressed white shirt, black "slacks" (they weren't pants, they were slacks) and a black apron proceeds to pick up a water glass. Katy's to be specific. He has this contrived look on his face like what he's about ready to do is of some importance, no matter how marginal. And he stands there holding the glass out. I'm starting to worry. I mean I don't go out to eat like this. Three name doesn't do this. And then Katy, with her many years enrolled in the Euclid School of Manners pulls out the napkin that's in it. Fucking Brilliant! I sit amazed. To this day I still don't know how she realized she was supposed to pull the goddamn clothe napkin out of this assholes water glass. So I followed suit. I'm not a trailblazer, but merely a mime.
And then it was pointed out to me that there was a gift shop behind me. Yea, not any kind of shop, but a gift shop. The kind of shop filled with things that #1 you don't want to give somebody as a gift, and #2, you don't want to receive as a gift, but is nontheless hastly proclaimed a gift shop. OK, so I'm blown away by this au coutre act of napkin offering, and I feel slighted, chopped down to heathen-level. But all along a gift shop was behind me. And everything after that was fine.
The Falcon rules.
And So Do You.
How did I know I was out of my element? This asshole with slicked back hair, the kind only a person who seats you can have, with pressed white shirt, black "slacks" (they weren't pants, they were slacks) and a black apron proceeds to pick up a water glass. Katy's to be specific. He has this contrived look on his face like what he's about ready to do is of some importance, no matter how marginal. And he stands there holding the glass out. I'm starting to worry. I mean I don't go out to eat like this. Three name doesn't do this. And then Katy, with her many years enrolled in the Euclid School of Manners pulls out the napkin that's in it. Fucking Brilliant! I sit amazed. To this day I still don't know how she realized she was supposed to pull the goddamn clothe napkin out of this assholes water glass. So I followed suit. I'm not a trailblazer, but merely a mime.
And then it was pointed out to me that there was a gift shop behind me. Yea, not any kind of shop, but a gift shop. The kind of shop filled with things that #1 you don't want to give somebody as a gift, and #2, you don't want to receive as a gift, but is nontheless hastly proclaimed a gift shop. OK, so I'm blown away by this au coutre act of napkin offering, and I feel slighted, chopped down to heathen-level. But all along a gift shop was behind me. And everything after that was fine.
The Falcon rules.
And So Do You.