viernes, 21 de marzo de 2008

hot waiters and headbangers

I took the monitos out for a special lunch treat today to a local nice restaurant. Fish. It was good. I have children who eat salads and fish and good food and don't complain, and who seem to have somehow learned how to behave well in public places...so to take my children to a restaurant when I am on zone defense is actually a pleasure, not a pain.

This particular restaurant in the local "chain" is packed with hot waiters. I mean, hot. Younger. But true to life eye-candy.

In jeans. (gulps cold water)

One particularly hot model kept walking by the table, en route to his tables. I would be talking to my children (yes, I am an engaging parent) and he would stop, turn and look at me. Perhaps as if thinking that I could be asking him for something. But I wasn't and, unfortunately, I had not been seated at one of his tables.

Rats.

But this occurred on three, maybe four different occasions during our meal. Wish he would have spoken to me, had he had something to say. And I am too shy to exert myself.

But it was fun being looked at, for whatever reason. I May Live in my own Fantasy World. Makes Life more interesting that way. (probably checking out my new Shakira hairstyle--JA!)

Unfortunately, after all plates had been cleaned, desserts devoured, lunch paid and tummies happily filled, I got the children into their jackets and was about to head out when I stopped and decided to look back in the booth just to ensure we had left nothing behind. On posts on either side of the entrance to a booth are solid iron hooks for hanging your coats...and what did I do?

Whacked my head so hard against one of them as I turned to look for anything forgotten that I fell, in tears, into the booth and patrons sitting at the next booth called their waiter over and the next thing I knew I was being tended to by the floor manager. My temple was swelling rapidly and the mark of the iron hook was clearly visible on my pale skin, so they rushed to get me ice, then rushed to take my information. I got a little water since I was shaking (more from embarrassment than anything) but was really starting to get a radiating killer headache and just wanted to get us home. I got really tired on the way home and wanted to take a nap, but decided instead to give The Young Prince his Big Boy Easter gift early...a new Big Boy Bike, got my tools out and installed the training wheels on it (and a horn, of course...ugh). Plus, I know not to sleep immediately after getting hit in the head, even if you think it is just a little thing. So I fought it off with some work.

The kids were great and do exactly what they are supposed to in those kinds of situations; namely, give Mama Llama lots of love and charm the heck out of the wait staff. So they complied, and even managed to not create in me a worse headache over the course of the night.

I did not see the one particularly hot waiter again after dessert.

Perhaps I just had a headbanger of a penance to pay just for looking.

18 comentarios:

  1. LMAO!!!

    I'm sorry Love, But I'm laughing so hard I'm crying!

    You poor thing.

    You and I would be like getting Laurel and Hardy together from beyond the grave.

    I walked into the sliding glass door at the grocery store the other night. There were loads of people looking at me too. All I could do was just start swearing really loudly.

    Still Chuckling.. Sorry, but that shit was funny...

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  2. Good morning Windy!

    It's all good. Glad to "read" you laughing!

    Ouch. We'll start our own slapstick comedy series and THAT is how we will make our millions, right? ;)

    Have a great weekend!

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  3. Sounds like a dance on a table from which you then proceeded to fall... :)

    I'm still thinking of my 6 words.

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  4. Yes, She-ra. And I fell hard...but being as tall as I am, I just tend to do that anyway..LOL!

    Yes, Z...still OW today. Big bump, but going down. Amazing how your temple can hurt when you chew... the things we learn, eh?

    Be well, y'all!

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  5. Nothing like a hard rap on the head to completely and immediately erase all lustful thoughts. Bummer for sure, but possibly the guardian angels telling you that this particular HOT one would inflict burns. Feel better soon!
    Oh yes...would you please do a favor for me? Someone has left a comment on my last post and I think its in Spanish...could you please interpret? Its probably spam, but just want to make sure. Thank you so much!

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  6. Hi, Val...it's in Portuguese, but yes, I left the translation on your comments. Perhaps you'll understand the context...appears s/he read something you had left on someone's blog?

    Be well, Val.

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  7. Thank you so much for doing that. I thought I'd seen that name before. Yes, they left a comment on Jamie's blog (get to her thru mine, Everyone Thinks I can Fix it) for the same post I did. Yesterday's post. Its also in Portuguese. Wonder how they think they can communicate with those of us who are unschooled? Would you also do a quick look at their site to make sure its nothing illegal. Seems like I see legal or illegal in there somewhere. Its got me curious and probably Jamie too. Thanks again.

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  8. Thank you again for letting me know. I think I'm safe to just delete the comment then. I am so envious of all who are knowledgeable in other languages. I once had a foreign exchange student who was fluent in six. Blessings ~

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  9. Val, we all have our gifts, do we not? ;)

    Although the purpose on your site was not necessarily to propogate anything (no link), I would say yes, safe to delete.

    Have a wonderful weekend!

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  10. Ouch...I'm sorry, your description has me in giggles, even though I feel incredibly sorry for the bump on your head...I've done some stuff that absolutely could equal that...

    Having a sense of humor when your head is ringing is an admirable quality!

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  11. Good morning, OC!

    Yeah, still there but getting better. Funny, with the little ones they always seem to hit That Spot no matter what we are playing. Never fails...

    Thanks for stopping by. I look forward to reading all about your new Mac-baby!

    Be well, OC.

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  12. Hello there, thanks for stopping by and for your feedback on healthy foods - I've done the fruit bowl, on the kitchen counter, loaded up on the fresh veggies. green tea - I'm getting myself turned around but always love to hear advice.

    Is that a Goatie on your avaitar? If you look a bit on my blog there are pic's of your two pigmy goat kids - Funny to read you call your self Mama Llama. That's what partner wants to get next - Great, more out buildings and more chores.

    Think I'll go snoop around here a bit. Please come see me again.

    Brad

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  13. Welcome Brad:

    No, it is my Llama. Shot I took at the ruins of Machu Picchu in Perú. But I will have a look around your site as soon as I can get two little monkeys (the "monitos") to bed.

    Hope you two got to see the baby.

    Be well.

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  14. Hi Mama Llama - that was sooo funny! (Altho' sympathies for headbanger headache!) I am still working on my six words too - promise to get there soon :)

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  15. Just posted my response to your six word challenge!

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  16. That's hilarious!

    Reading this now in December, I'm loving the vibrant sexy energy you brought to this post. Go back to that restaurant, whack your head again, recapture the moment. Who knows, maybe the hot waiter is floor manager now.

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  17. Yeah, I had to check out this post too. You poor thing!

    I agree with Dads. Its time to go back and get an eye-full! Invite The Exception out with you for a girl's night! Woot!!

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