ALMOST FORGOT!!

I have a story about my birthday dinner to share with you:

To start the nigth off as she was walking in to the restaurant Sparky* happened to see a dish on someone else's table that she wanted, but before she could ask what it was they left. and when the bus boy came around to refill our drinks we asked him... he gave us that pattented "I've lived in this country for 5 years and still don't speak a lick of english" look and said in heavily accented english "Escuse me" and dissapeared... our waiter arrived and again the same question... another blank look and he says "i not sure maybe taquito?" hookay then...

Finally the meal is ordered and the hillarity ensues...

After ordering Bruce trades me places so that Sparky and I can talk without having to shout at each other. This is not always the best idea. She and I don't have any qualms talking about enything in public... and I mean anything. My sister and I got into a discussion about playing the skin flute that made Bruce blush a deep crimson and my dad's girlfriend giggle nervously... I don't think she realized that my dad was a hippie in a previous life (aka yesterday). Sparky and I proceeded to tell her that as children we grew up going to nude beaches and hot springs with our parents... HA take that ya right wing conservative yuppies...

Then dinner arrives... the waiter who is slightly confused by the change in seating try to place Burce's dinner in front of me... I say "no that's his" and homeboy goes to move the plate and it slips from his fingers...

wait for it....

Oh Yeah!(said in my best kool-aide man voice)... Bruce got a lap full of lettuce and sour cream, while we both shared a thigh of rice and I got Mole sauce in my margarita...

the waiter was stunned for a moment but quickly recovered and got us enough napkins and rags to get cleaned up with.... We all laughed as we cleaned up and through my tears of mirth I said "I am soooo blogging about this"

The waiters seemed a little nervous that Bruce might get pissed at them... Bruce can look very imposing especially when seated between me 5'3" and my dad's girlfriend who is shorter than I am. He is built like a football player and since he came to dinner right after work, still looked like a hard working joe (mmmm very sexy to me). He probably looked like one of those other white dudes who get all pissed off at every little thing even if it is an accident (and I'm sure the still slightly green-blue tinted hair didn't help either).

Its one of the little things I adore about him... he looks all tough like he could kick your ass.. but really he's just a big softy (isn't that always the way)...

So there my promise has been fullfilled... I blogged about dinner...

*names have been changed to protect the innocent, the a**holes and the clueless.