Sunday, January 30, 2005
Out on the Town
Dear Old Gay Men Sitting in the Window at La Grande Orange Pizzeria and Refusing to Leave:
You may think it’s cute to sit for one hour after your check has arrived. You may enjoy watching people in the waiting area continue to wait. You may like looking at your reflection in the mirror and admiring your outdated cream colored turtleneck and blazer. But I have this to say to you. Get the heck out of your chair and give me your table.
Love, Brooke
Joe and I had the rare opportunity to go on a date last night. We were supposed to be at some weird art show in Scottsdale, but it was not our thing so we left. Our babysitters were happily at home with the little guy, so we decided to go out to dinner. We arrived at La Grande Orange around 8:30 and they said the wait would be about 20 minutes. We saw the gays in question sitting in the window, plates cleared, check presented so we thought that was a good guess. We sat. We waited. The NEVER got up.
Finally a table of four got up and left, but it was almost an hour later.
The hostess felt so bad she gave us a free dessert.
So for all you guys out there who read this (and I know there are a lot of you sneaking over from Parley’s blog), ask around and see if any of your friends were on a date last night and refusing to give up their table, please tell them how rude they are, and how they almost ruined our night.
Here is the little guy with his grandparents last night:
When we got home the little guy was fighting off sleep, but we finally got him down and resting. I tried the dream feeding thing again at midnight and it worked like a charm. He slept until 4:45 – that means I got 4 ½ hours of uninterrupted sleep. I’m liking the trend, I hope he keeps it up.
You may think it’s cute to sit for one hour after your check has arrived. You may enjoy watching people in the waiting area continue to wait. You may like looking at your reflection in the mirror and admiring your outdated cream colored turtleneck and blazer. But I have this to say to you. Get the heck out of your chair and give me your table.
Love, Brooke
Joe and I had the rare opportunity to go on a date last night. We were supposed to be at some weird art show in Scottsdale, but it was not our thing so we left. Our babysitters were happily at home with the little guy, so we decided to go out to dinner. We arrived at La Grande Orange around 8:30 and they said the wait would be about 20 minutes. We saw the gays in question sitting in the window, plates cleared, check presented so we thought that was a good guess. We sat. We waited. The NEVER got up.
Finally a table of four got up and left, but it was almost an hour later.
The hostess felt so bad she gave us a free dessert.
So for all you guys out there who read this (and I know there are a lot of you sneaking over from Parley’s blog), ask around and see if any of your friends were on a date last night and refusing to give up their table, please tell them how rude they are, and how they almost ruined our night.
Here is the little guy with his grandparents last night:
Tom hangs out on the couch with Jack and Lucca
Jack looking cute in his car seat.
Jack sitting in the swing, looking a little confused.
and then he noticed the bears!
When we got home the little guy was fighting off sleep, but we finally got him down and resting. I tried the dream feeding thing again at midnight and it worked like a charm. He slept until 4:45 – that means I got 4 ½ hours of uninterrupted sleep. I’m liking the trend, I hope he keeps it up.
