What the hell?

Whoo hoo!

Copy, paste comes through. Here's what I thought I lost....
Does this cat look amused?

It's probably not a stretch from the faces I was making last night. Oof.

Excited to have Tricia come down for a night out, I dragged my brother along to a Taste of Thai in Hillcrest. Warning bells should have gone off when the rest of our party was a half hour late, but no. I kept my chin up and tried to participate. (And no, they didn't call to let us know why they were running late.) I don't have the heart to describe, but there were girls at our table with nothing in their heads. One of which kept referring to Manhattan as a 'cool city with this really cool vintage store... you know, in Soho.' (As if there's only one.) This was the same girl who said, "Ew, that's disgusting!" re: tattoos at a table full of military wives (and my brother who has 3 tattoos.).

I thought I had reached my boiling point after:
.... dinner ended and we finally asked for the bill (but no)
.... the bill came and we slowly paid our respective parts (but no)
.... we (my brother and the couple in front of us) watch the twenty percent provided for service be redistributed to the table because we (the table) went over the 15% gratuity (zee tip was already factored into the bill.) (but no)
.... we continued to sit at the table for ages while the airheads talked (but no)
.... we stood up (yay!) and observed the dingalings talking in the the entrance (but no - we couldn't leave b/c 1/2 of us were going out afterwards.)
.... we go outside and (yes I know I should have left by this point) the dumbdumbs still keep talking about denim (but no)

.... my mouth literally dropped when Tatoo-hater-girl went back into the restaurant to pee. (but no)

.... as pee-er enters the restaurant someone suggests the rest of us go inside to wait.

.... and everyone goes in!!!
(the hostess looked equally appalled.)

Hallo! If you want to keep hanging out, go out. But don't repeatedly suggest a coffee house for god's sake. We made it clear what our plans for the remainder of the night entailed. I know it costs money. But if you can't you can't. Finally, I sigh, and patiently explain that lines form downtown if you show up too late. (Which, as we learned, does happen.)

Sidenote: My brother smartly zipped out while the 1st indoor denim conversation was taking place. Since dinner started late (ahem) and ran late, it started cutting into his packing time. Before the crack of dawn he was on the road east, for what was supposed to be an 8 hour drive to Ft. Huachooca (dunno how to spell that). Later in the day he calls and said it only took 5.5 hours. Careful brother, careful.

Tricia, Erin and I waited in line at a place called the Martini Shop. (Did I emphasize how long we waited in line? Something like 20 minutes. Why??) Then I was horrified to learn there was a cover charge. I couldn't figure out why, since it looked like a bar. (Killer apple martinis though). Once inside I realized the other half of the establishment consisted of a sticky, dark, dance club. Cracked me up. A lot like a grammar school dance, with stiff looking guys observing the girls from afar.

Not the wild and crazy night Tricia had hoped for, but it was fun going out. Tricia came down to stay with her childhood friend who v. responsibly abhors drinking. "So no more than one ladies!" (Poor Tricia, I felt for her when she kept trying to sell me on shots. I am too old to do shots. period.)

Anyhoo, this test does little to boost my ego:



Which Peanuts Character Are You?

And with that foreboding warning, I'm going to LA for a few days. Tricia's driving back tomorrow, so I'll only be buying a return ticket for Wednesday.

And finally, I know it's awful to poke fun at people. However, The History of Michael Jackson's Face caused my lip to scrunch about. The SD radio crew has been relentless in mocking this MJ. Any car ride reminds me of the dangers of plastic surgery. (Note the comparisons on the right hand side, which include Judy Jetson and Sigourney Weaver.)

brb.

posted by irene @ 11/18/2002 02:07:00 AM