SIDENOTE: Which I realize is in the beginning, but whatever. This is a pictureless post as of this moment. I'm working on pictures but the Red Wings are playing, I just got homework for my online class and frankly, I'm exhausted from working my weekend away. So for now, enjoy the words and pictures will follow.
I've had a pile of things to talk about since I've been busy living life and since I recently stumbled upon one of the more important ones I'm going to start with that.
Confused? Awesome. Let's go.
There is this simply stunning person that I am acquainted with. This person is funny, smart, witty, and beautiful. This person has a wonderful way with words and knows what to say when I'm stuck in my dumb classes and need a laugh.
Sorry, it's not you. It's Ella. (But remind me to tell you about a wonderful guy I know later)
We met when she contacted me via email. And then... she came to my famed place of work and I WAITED ON HER.
And that's how Blind Dates work in the blogging world. Why Blind Date is capitalized, I don't know.
She brought her bff, and since MY bff works with me, I thought it fit to introduce the whole gang. Which turned out to be probably the best idea EVER, since her bff and I were SUPER TALL and Ella and V were both, ya know, average height.
I was pretty nervous when she said she was going to come and meet me in person (I mean, hello? Having a blind date is nerve-wracking to begin with, but then mix in the fact that I was working and had to put on the best service EVER... and it makes sense that I would be a bit worried)
It went swimmingly. I've never understood that word.
She came in to my restaurant, was treated like the superstar she is, sat in probably the best table in the house, chatted with V while I ran around like a mouse and then chatted with me for a while when I got off of work.
It was SO NICE to meet a blogger and discuss life events and laugh and talk with new friends. Seriously people, if you don't already know about the awesomeness of Ella, then go. Now. Please. Also, please go read this post, because she tells the story way better because, well, she wrote about it sooner than I did and therefore wins.
And now I have a very important restaurant matter to bring up. First I shall tell you the story.
Friday night. N and I in the bar. People are stupid.
A couple sits down at table three and the hostess is SO EXCITED because they had never been there before. Woop dee doo. I'm going to treat them the same as any other guests, except that I may have a little more patience if they ask stupid(er) questions.
The lady looks up and me and says this (I swear this is verbatim):
"You are just... oh my goodness... I can't even... your face... and you... oh my you... you are so PRETTY... you're just gorg... oh my... you are so pretty... you look just like Kate Middleton!... oh you're gorgeous..."
I'm not sure how exactly I'm supposed to respond to that. Thank you? Shall I curtsy? Do you want me to give you an autograph? Are you looking for free stuff?
Now, listen, I know that I have some nice features, and I can accent those features with some good minimal makeup application. I don't care how that sounds, I'm not saying I'm gorgeous and hot or whatever, but I know how to work with what I've got. But when I get stuff like that? Yeah, not sure how to react.
Anyway. This couple is just a little... off. An example would be when N walked in and the guy nodded in his direction. It wasn't a guy nod, it was more of a "hey man, I know you, you know me, we're a happy family" type head nod. N was confused, and said hello and the guy replied. And then the guy got defensive when N asked is he knew him from somewhere.
Because obviously it's really upsetting when asked by a complete stranger if they know you.
The couple orders their food, and the guy ended up ordering a pizza. We make our pizza's with a wood burning oven, so they have that awesome taste. Sometimes the oven throws fits and doesn't want to work properly, which leads to either burned items, or items taking for.ev.er. to make.
This was not one of those days. I have to say, that pizza looked delicious going out to the table. But when I went to check on them, this guy said it was "just ok".
So I asked if there was something I could do to make it better. A new one? Longer cook time? More ingredients? He turned all those options down, and then stated that it was undercooked.
I looked at it, and it seemed perfectly tempted to me, even though I was not obviously eating it. I asked again if he wanted a new one, and he said no. Then he tried to show me how uncooked it was by pulling off a piece of mozzarella, and poking it with his fork to show how doughy the pizza was.
So I looked at him and said, "Sir, that's a piece of cheese."
To which he responded, "No, that's the dough."
To which I replied, "No, that's the cheese that goes on top. It's supposed to be like that."
And then he started to get upset, until his wife pointed out that yes, indeed, it was cheese. His response?
"Well, the pizza's just too doughy for me but I don't want another one." And then he ate the entire thing.
Right. So. If something is legitimately wrong with a dish, my advice to you is to point out the exact problem. Not the other ingredients. Because that makes you look silly.
But let's leave this blog post on a good note.
There are many things that V and I talk about. Sometimes they are important events, sometimes they mean absolutely nothing when spoken about. Even in context. But I know that she always has my back and she knows I always have hers. This has been made even more clear in past weeks for no given explanation, but I just want to world to know that I very much love Ms. Vtrina. She's my best friend forever and I cannot wait until we begin our adventure to VAGAS.
Which, if you're keeping track, begins in 17 days.