See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, being patient with it until it receives the early and the late rains. - James 5:7

Sunday, July 06, 2008

Went out to dinner again...



With friends who read my blogs.
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The evening had been in the planning stages for weeks. I committed, but no one expected me to show up. (Isn't that sad - they are so desperate for friends.) We ate at a Nazi restaurant - a place that specializes in German food. Although before meeting there, we made a pact not to bring up the war or the holocaust while we were eating. So the food was fairly palatable. Even though we ate outside, you could smell the ovens, as well as the insecticide to keep the bugs away, so naturally I couldn't help think about the concentration camps and all. But I tried not to dwell on it.
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My two dinner companions were so drunk they didn't notice anything until I brought it up.
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As the evening wore on, everyone was talking at once. The woman, who I'll call Kathy, kept applying make-up for the 3 or 4 hours we were there - well not steadily, but on and off. The fellow she was with, whom I'll call Jay, kept kicking me under the table calling my attention to it - then he whispered, "She's watching that guy behind her in her compact mirror." Finally, I just had to say something, "Kath, hon, you have lipstick all over your upper lip and it's even in your nose for crying out loud."
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Anyway, we discussed blogging, and my blogs in particular, since I was pretty much able to talk them down, except for when they yelled out names of local celebrities they knew - "Michael Bayly told me this." The Archbishop told me that!" "Oh Mitchell is so handsome!" "When I was talking to the Mayor..." "Well, when I dealt with Catholic Parents Online, I told..." - just before saying the name, that was when they'd raise their voice for attention... "COLEEN PERFECT..." No, I wasn't embarrassed.
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Then they set their sights on me and started asking really pointed questions such as: "Why are you so mean on your posts? Why don't you like this or that person?" "Why do you have a problem with Germans?" "How much money do you have?" "Have you ever been in a mental hospital?" "Why don't you post your real photo in your profile? Are you wanted by the police?" "Or are you trying to get dates?" "Tell us what you know about this blogger or that commenter."
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I couldn't answer most of their queries because I was hardly able to understand a word they said, and I had just gone to confession anyway. All in all, I have to admit it was a good time. When we finally had enough, we all hugged each other and left. The lady said she had to use the restroom - although I thought she said, "What a farce." (Jay said, "No - she said she had to f@rt." I said, "I hate that word!") Anyway, he just shrugged and we left her there. Halfway to my car I realized I had left my keys on the table and went back to the restaurant. To my surprise, the lady was seated at the bar with a pitcher of beer, apparently trying to text message on what looked like to be the back of a hair brush.

18 comments:

  1. I just happened to be dining out at the Little Tijuana ("gourmet Mexican delicacies served 24/7"), "2 soft veggie tacos, please", nearby when sirens were heard blaring all over the place. I dashed out and saw a large crowd peering into the garden patio of this neighboring German restaurant where a couple were polka-ing up a storm, shaking the rafters, causing the emergency squad to be called and off duty squads also to mobilize to handle the crowd.

    It was quite a sight.

    I thought it might have been Terry and Cathy, but I don't what Terry looks like because he posts so many pseudo-faces of himself, he reminds one of Lon Chaney, the "Man of 1,000 Faces." And the woman was being twirled about so rapidly that her long black chapel veil obscured her face, so I couldn't quite tell who it was.

    I did note that warning tickets for "Disturbing the Peace" were issued.

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  2. It's an awful neighborhood, isn't it? LOL!

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  3. No way will anyone think that was me and Ray-nicely done.

    ROFL!

    Oh, if I was blogging just what would I say, Mister!

    For the record, I was picking up guys at the bar before you got there NOT after you left. Get it right!

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  4. LOL! I destroyed Cafeteria Is Closed by exposing the truth - and I'll get you two as well!

    Diabolic laugh!

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  5. Well, I guess I would have to say that Cathy was mighty flirtatious last night. I was early and even so, several guys were already fighting to see who could be "Terry" when I got there.

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  6. Georgette7:57 AM

    ROTFLOL...thanks for the laugh and the recap of the evening--wish I coulda been there! "Kathy" could have used my help with her makeup, the poor dear, and "Jay" could stand a little reminding of his manners, it sounds like. tsk, tsk.

    Ray, too bad you didn't take a pic of those polka-dancers to post on your facebook so we could try and figure out who they were!

    (Cathy, you really are a dear for putting up with all this abuse, ya know. God love ya!)

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  7. Destroyed Terry? Nah, it was a suicide. You just did the post-mortem.

    Here is a little something to help cure your Teutonophobia.

    http://youtube.com/watch?v=d_D1mYBBHgM

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  8. LMAO....just what I needed on a rainy, dreary Monday morning!

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  9. To whomever it was that referred to me as "handsome," I just want to congratulate you on your perceptiveness. You are truly a credit to the blogosphere - and an arbitor of good taste...

    Mitchell

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  10. Father E,
    ...."teutonophobia"...LMAO!!!!

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  11. I love you guys. I revisted this thread after a totally crappy day of the silent treatment and glares from She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and these comments made me laugh.

    Much appreciated.

    Oh,and Father R is right, Ter.

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  12. Littlefreak9:15 PM

    you totally made that all up...

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  13. Lil' Freak - well - I did meet them for dinner Saturday nite... maybe I embelished a little bit.

    Father, I really love Germans - I'm just doing the Faulty Towers schtick here.

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  14. Oh Mitchell - Ray said it... who knew?

    ROFL!

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  15. Georgette:

    Dang it, I knew I forgot something. I forgot I was primarily a reporter and neglected to bring my digital Brownie.

    Of course, the dancers were moving so fast and the floor was quivering so much, the stop-action on my camera might not have been able to catch who they really were.

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  16. Me??

    I was sworn to secrecy.

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  17. After returning home from the cabin for the weekend, I caught the late news, and what did I see on Fox 9...I can't even describe it. Sounds like you guys had too much fun!!

    Hope you tipped one in honor of B16!

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  18. Swissie:

    I never heard of that custom before. But I kinda like it. "Here's a couple bucks extra for the Pope!"

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