The other night I happened upon an awkward situation. I was having dinner with a couple friends and suddenly our server came to our table (we were sitting in the bar area, not because any of us smoke, nor drink, but because another buddy was just a server in that zone) with a drink on his tray. We looked at each other trying to figure out which one of us was dumb enough to try and procure alcohol at an illegal age. The conversation went as follows:
me: Um..
Server: This is yours, ma'am.
(Stunned looks from friends, shot in my direction)
Me: I'm sorry, I uh.. I don't think that's for me.
Server: No, it's definitely yours. (proceeds to put it in front of me.)
me: No, really! I did not order a drink, I can't even legally order one!
server: Oh, my bad! I thought you were 21! Well, that guy over there at the bar ordered it for you.
at this point I look over to the bar to see who said "guy" is. I am immediately apprehensive, I have this way of attracting old hispanic men, or very manly women (which is the most frequent outcome.) I see who he is pointing to, it looks like an regular, normal, guy wearing an OfficeDepot shirt. Of course this makes me even more apprehensive because at a table full of my girlfriends, I assume one of the others would be flirted with first. They are all petite and long-haired, men like that! (I guess. Men also like frito chilli pies, so I am unsure on whether or not that logic is flawed..) Whoever singles out the lanky red head at a table full of petite blondes, must be strange. Aside from that, only moments before, I had danced to Black Betty in the middle of the aisle..
me: What am I supposed to do? You have to tell him something!
server: I'll tell him you're seventeen and illegal!
me: ....uh, sure.
I'm glad we worked that one out. It was a bit of an odd experienced, I am very unnacustomed to the "turning drinks down" ettiquette.
Also, I have this odd feeling of being insulted! Should I take it as a compliment that someone mistook me for being two years older than I really am? I am just going to go for the old self-esteem booster than I act older than my age.
Though I hardly think breaking it down to Black Betty constitutes as an act of maturity. But what else was I supposed to do? The Chosen One danced to it! I should be able to express my taste in movies, artistically.ish.
I think I am going to watch Kung Pow now. Maybe I will save it for later, Mumsy hates that movie with the burning passion of a thousand suns.
"I'm falling,
You're falling,
We're falling!
...WHHAALLEE!!"
Tomorrow night is arts and crafts night, I am very excited. I seem to be at least mildly artistic, but when it comes to crafting together christmas birds, mice, snowmen, and gingerbread(more like graham cracker) houses.. They turn out to look more or less (for lack of a better word) "ganked up". Mice end up looking like two-eyed, mutant-radioactive, creatures, that have crawled up from the depths.
People laugh at me, I like that.
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Props on dcfc song. That is one of my favorite songs, and I too get emotional singing it. Funny story... when I saw them a month ago in B'ham, they played this song. The funny part was listening to the sorority girls behind me singing every word without a clue of what the song was really about. I mean, you could tell by the tone in their voice. They butchered it. It makes me wonder how many of their "fans" really get how personal their songs are and how sad a childhood Ben Gibbard must have had.
I wish these sidebars had their own comments because I would love to get feedback too.
As far as the drink buying goes, you should enjoy it. That is a special privilege that only girls and gay men really get to enjoy. The part that really makes me laugh is that he had obviously just left work from his office store, and he was still in uniform trying to pick you up.
Oh yes, I too appreciated the effort he went through to show me he was a stable, working man! No doubt OfficeDepot employees work hard for the money, and even harder for the women. I wonder what he sent over to me, it was a pinkish-redish looking drink and was in a large looking shot glass. I think he chose that one because of it's effeminate color. Geez, can I not pull off the hardcore drinker look, very well? Psshh, I'm SO over OfficeDepot man.
AGH, I am accustomed to your frustration over the butchering of good songs, being sung by funky (aka dumb) people. Originally I thought it was impossible to NOT have some kind of emotional connection when listening/singing dcfc. I had a female in particlar actually say to me, "Love is watching someone die? That is such a stupid lyric, that doesn't even mean anything."
I proceeded to head-butt her in the pancreas. Not really. But I definitely considered it.
I also agree with a pro-sidebar comment board establishment. That would be great. The side-bar farther down on your page, is that original as well?
All of my tunes are just that, songs that I have written that I would love for people to hear, but I am too shy to play them.
Wowsers, Penny. Go go gadget something. I'll say it again, your writing is incredible. I love stuff that you don't get the first time. Your sidebar originals do that for me. I wish I could write songs like that. Keep it up.
It's nice having dcfc lyrics on your blog, b/c they were super convenient for a late-night romp on my casio keyboard for a little of what sarah said. It makes me want to cry man tears of which we only get three a day. We have to ration them.
Anyway, it doesn't much matter what I write b/c I think you and I are the last two bloggers in existence. No one else seems to be reading. Oh well.
I think you may be right, at least we're the coolest bloggers. Definitely. or definitelyish.
I very impressed with your writing too! I am always exremely impressed when someone can use rhyming schemes and have them sound poetic and intelligent. I am usually too embarassed to stick mine up anywheres, but I figure Robby and Kaleigh have to love me anyways; even if I lack writing "skillz".
I heart me some man-tears, I am glad my blog could be instrumental in that, yay for emotional connection!
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