Congratulations to US! Yeah!
February 4th, 2008, Jazz started this blog for our “pending future together.” He knew he was going to propose to me and that I would possibly say yes and this blog would be a good way to document it.
And document we did. We posted about an average of one post every 3 1/2 days. Not too shabby.
Anyway, I have been dreading writing this post because it is the *1ooth* and it needs to be fancy and special and shiny.
But then I was all like, wait, I should not treat any posts different.
They all should be shiny and special and fancy.
So here is today’s very normal and regular post.
Sometimes I miss working at a restaurant, it always kept me moving- it was different every single day. I miss the simplicity of showing up for a shift, working for a few hours, and leaving with a full day’s pay in my pocket.
Since I have this experience, it has given me a different perspective when I dine out at a restaurant. I feel pity for the servers when the food is burned,I understand they are so busy that my drink is a little late. I always tip well even when the service is pooh pooh.
We were out to dinner on Saturday night at Texas Road House. It’s a lot like Logan’s for the California crew- delicious bread, steaks and salads. The ribs are so tasty I could possibly eat three whole cows worth. We love going there, but the wait is usually like 2 hours long. I kid you not, people stand in the lobby and wait for TWO HOURS for a MEAL. We are obviously above that, so we did call ahead seating and were seated within five minutes of arriving at the restaurant.
Our server came over after a few minutes and was perfectly friendly, did the standard offering of an appetizer and a fancy drink. We just sat and waited for our food and chatted.
And then I had en epiphany.
I am extremely old and annoying.
When we were directed to a table, we asked for a booth. I HATED people who did that, it would totally throw off my plan for seating the next five or six guests. We ended up sitting at the table anyway because a booth would have been a longer wait.
When I ordered my water, I asked for lots of ice. I used to make so much fun of the customers at my tables that did that- I would give them all ice and like 4 ounces of water. Now I hate it when the server pathetically scoops 3 sad little ice cubes into my water and after three minutes my beverage tastes like soup through a straw.
The country music was so loud, I actually thought about telling my server how obnoxious it was. We couldn’t even hear each other engage in our pleasant and grown up conversation. What?? Who am I??
Morgan ordered a water, and then whipped out a Crystal Light on-the-go Packet and proceeded to make her own strawberry delight. I’m not gonna lie, that one kind of made my jaw drop. Seriously Morgan? seriously? We are THAT table?
Our food was late (but delicious), our service was terrible, and we watched as our charismatic server chatted up the blond hottie at the table next to ours- totally oblivious of our need of ranch sides and drink refills.
For once my server instinct did not kick in. I felt no pity for him. And I certainly didn’t give him any pity when calculating his tip. But seriously, when did I become such an old lady?