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Sunday, September 30, 2007

Fall is Here

...or What The F*ck, Man? It's cold!

I've been fighting it for the past week, but now, fall is finally upon us. The air is getting crisp and I just want to go cut up a giant vegetable and stick a candle in it.

This weekend started early with a trip to the Church Brew Works for the slowest service I've ever had. We were in that joint for almost 2 hours as we waited on 2 salads, soup, potato pancakes, and 2 pizzas. The service was so bad that it was almost comical.

I wasn't too hungry because I'd had a huge lunch (filet mignon) and really just wanted some appetizer-y things. J, Chris, and Brad all ordered Pizza, and I wanted a cup of pumpkin soup and some potato pancakes (it was Oktoberfest). I also wanted to try a beer.

For those of you who don't know. I'm allergic to certain beers, so I have to be careful about what ones and how much I drink. I've not really figured out the magic formula, but there are certain ones that I like and that don't cause my throat to swell shut. So anywho, I ordered something that sounded good, and asked for the sampler size (which is about 8oz), instead, the bitch brings me almost a pint. It turns out, the thing was nasty and I wanted something else. So I waited 20 minutes for her to show up.

In the meantime, the food that I ordered, which I'd specifically said "bring out with their meals" shows up at the table. I finally track down the waitress and she apologizes, gets me a manhattan (my poison of choice), and send the stuff back to the kitchen. Apparently she'd had problems with this food-bringer lady and had a word with her.

Five minutes later, I look up and see that chick coming back out with potato pancakes and making a bee-line for the table. Then, our waitress, spotting this, heads her off at the pass and says something along the lines of "lissin' bitch, I said WITH the food." And the woman runs back to the kichen w/ the food.

Half hour later, the pizzas come out and then my food comes out.

At least the company was good and there were lots of people to make fun of. Including a conversation held, in a very loud dining area, regarding some guy that Chris had seen online half-naked. He said something along the lines of the guy having "bologna nipples in his pics," which I misheard and shouted, "He has Bologna in his Ass in his pics????" Yeah, that got a good laugh. That and the dude holding a beer, wearing a hat with a hen wearing a hat holding a beer...

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At 9/30/2007 2:15 PM, Blogger naechstehaltestelle's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

Bologna in the ass? Sounds like a sleepover party story my guy friends used to tell me about. Also, the WV is maofo. It's a Chinese mofo!

 

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