Happy Daddy Day

What a friggin' day!

First I took daddy to one of his fav. restaurants, Bravo's. Aside from being a restaurant that is almost guaranteed to give me shits faster than a water fountain in Tijuana, I just don't like the place. But, being a good son, I made my reservations with a smile.

I'd bitch about it fully, but I'm tired. So lets just recap it in one bulleted list:

• Tell people what you have canceled off of the menu when they get menus, not 20 minutes later when you decide to take their order
• Hand a fruit-covered, overflowing sippy-cup of smoothy to a 3 year old? Brilliant waitress
• Soup and Salad comes AFTER appetizer
• Hair goes on the head, and not in toddler's strawberries
• Chicken Marsala should be brown (not black) on outside and white (not red) on the inside

Thankfully none of this happened to Dad's meal, but my day sucked.

Then I went to J's mom's for Daddy's day with his step-dad. Both his mom and step-dad were three sheets to the wind. Reeeeeaaaaaallly fun. Well, some parts were; the discussions around boobs, bunny mating, and the boys' pooping habits were my personal favorites.

Now I have to go to bed in less than an hour only to get up and go to work. Really f'ing brilliant.

P.S. Just because I'm gay, does NOT mean I'm watching the Tony's.

Labels: daily life, stupidity

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