oh my freaKIN' GAWD!
Okay. Did laundry today. Check. Assured parents that I would not kill Sparky. Check. Finished my psychiatrist's book. Again, highlighted the crap out of it. Check.
So, pretty good day, right?
Well, it was going well, until I thought it would be cool for Nathan and I to go eat at the Guv, for a special night. Again, this is seemingly innocent.
So, we get there. A nice hostess greets us, and seats us at our booth. I'm looking forward to a quasi-romantic diner meal with my man. But, what I didn't know was...
THE HOSTESS PUT US NEXT TO DEVIL PEOPLE!!!!!
They were a party of 8, but they made the noise of 10 large boorish Spanish speaking armies. Much shrieking. Much laughing. Much digital pic taking. Much, yes, much VIDEOTAPING going on.
Okay, maybe I should be clear about the Guv, if I haven't been already. It is a family diner. A place where old people and teenagers and couples get together and have leisurely meals. Sometimes, children will come in and they will get a balloon. This is NOT Chuck E. Cheese or Denny's or a rollerskating rink. People are quiet, eating their meals and perhaps having a chuckle or two. Nathan and I go there a lot, because it is such a comfortable, unobtrusive place to eat.
These people were multilingual, apparently, because they sang "Happy Birthday" in at least 3 languages. Repeatedly. It was a 17 year old girl's birthday (I know this because they did the "Are you one? Are you two?" chant/shriek). They acted as if they have never seen each other before, no, not on God's green Earth, EVER - when they were obviously a family. An extremely buck-toothed family, but I digress.
At least 3 couples in the diner were giving them death looks, and the lady behind me said, "Shut UP!" in a relatively loud voice, but, of course, no one could hear her over the roar of Bonne Anniversaire.
We ate our food (me angry, Nathan indifferent), and didn't even BOTHER to have a conversation. I yelled to Nathan that we should ask to be reseated, but he said that was terribly rude and that we shouldn't do that. I informed him that I have done it before (and I would do it again), but he said he would be horribly embarrassed if we did that. We ate our food (took about 45 minutes), and they were STILL THERE! And we had arrived at the dessert course, and the rest of the time they were yelling and screaming and taking digital pics of themselves. I almost screamed, "Take it outside, beotches!" I actually envisioned one of my arms turning into a huge machine-gun, and me taking great pleasure in gunning them down to a pulp.
Okay, now that you know I am a closet homicidal maniac, can I get some support here? I mean, I wasn't entirely in the wrong now, was I? Did I have the right to be seeing red (blood red)? I think I did. Of course, I acted very polite and didn't say a thing, except for a few well placed glares that I think they captured on their videocamera. Heh heh... play THAT at home, assholes.
Okay, I am now completely absolved of my anger because I am watching a kung fu movie. Jet Li. Plenny of special effects. Cool.... fire.
Okay, feeling better. I'm going to go take a tub, I think. I've got a good historical romance novel that I am reading. Complete trash. I love it.
*ciao*
So, pretty good day, right?
Well, it was going well, until I thought it would be cool for Nathan and I to go eat at the Guv, for a special night. Again, this is seemingly innocent.
So, we get there. A nice hostess greets us, and seats us at our booth. I'm looking forward to a quasi-romantic diner meal with my man. But, what I didn't know was...
THE HOSTESS PUT US NEXT TO DEVIL PEOPLE!!!!!
They were a party of 8, but they made the noise of 10 large boorish Spanish speaking armies. Much shrieking. Much laughing. Much digital pic taking. Much, yes, much VIDEOTAPING going on.
Okay, maybe I should be clear about the Guv, if I haven't been already. It is a family diner. A place where old people and teenagers and couples get together and have leisurely meals. Sometimes, children will come in and they will get a balloon. This is NOT Chuck E. Cheese or Denny's or a rollerskating rink. People are quiet, eating their meals and perhaps having a chuckle or two. Nathan and I go there a lot, because it is such a comfortable, unobtrusive place to eat.
These people were multilingual, apparently, because they sang "Happy Birthday" in at least 3 languages. Repeatedly. It was a 17 year old girl's birthday (I know this because they did the "Are you one? Are you two?" chant/shriek). They acted as if they have never seen each other before, no, not on God's green Earth, EVER - when they were obviously a family. An extremely buck-toothed family, but I digress.
At least 3 couples in the diner were giving them death looks, and the lady behind me said, "Shut UP!" in a relatively loud voice, but, of course, no one could hear her over the roar of Bonne Anniversaire.
We ate our food (me angry, Nathan indifferent), and didn't even BOTHER to have a conversation. I yelled to Nathan that we should ask to be reseated, but he said that was terribly rude and that we shouldn't do that. I informed him that I have done it before (and I would do it again), but he said he would be horribly embarrassed if we did that. We ate our food (took about 45 minutes), and they were STILL THERE! And we had arrived at the dessert course, and the rest of the time they were yelling and screaming and taking digital pics of themselves. I almost screamed, "Take it outside, beotches!" I actually envisioned one of my arms turning into a huge machine-gun, and me taking great pleasure in gunning them down to a pulp.
Okay, now that you know I am a closet homicidal maniac, can I get some support here? I mean, I wasn't entirely in the wrong now, was I? Did I have the right to be seeing red (blood red)? I think I did. Of course, I acted very polite and didn't say a thing, except for a few well placed glares that I think they captured on their videocamera. Heh heh... play THAT at home, assholes.
Okay, I am now completely absolved of my anger because I am watching a kung fu movie. Jet Li. Plenny of special effects. Cool.... fire.
Okay, feeling better. I'm going to go take a tub, I think. I've got a good historical romance novel that I am reading. Complete trash. I love it.
*ciao*