Seriously? Who does that?!?

A good friend of mine is moving to Boston on May 1. I’m thrilled and excited for her, but will miss her dearly. We went out to dinner last night as I do not have lunch with her every week like I used to do before I changed jobs last month.

With no reservation, we arrived at 7:15 PM, put our name on the list, and fought our way over to the very crowded bar. ¬†As we were perusing the cocktail menu, the couple seated in front of us were notified that their table was ready. They closed their tab and started to vacate their seats. I quietly told them we were going to steal them and the four of us chuckled about our fortuitous timing. As my friend and I were about to sit down, then gentleman next to us asked when we arrived. I answered “About four minutes ago,” to which he responded “well, we’ve waited for twenty minutes. Shouldn’t we get your seats because we’ve been waiting longer? You just got here and got lucky.” I agreed that we had gotten lucky and my friend pointed out that luck is part of it in this situation. We took the seats and after our first round was ordered and delivered, I told the bartender that the gentlemen and his party’s next round of drinks were on me. The gentleman protested and I sweetly responded that since he’d made a fuss and we took their seats, the least I could do was buy their next round. He objected again and I smiled as I insisted. He ended up getting seats several down from us five minutes later and never took me up on my drink offer. We ended up sitting at the bar for our meal and had a delightful time.

Yay Manhattan's and fried chicken. (@ Founding Farmers w/ 4 others)
Melissa Coursey Hess

But seriously? Who does that?!? Am I the only one that thinks he was out of line for saying something? His tone was neutral as was mine, but the incident left me dumbfounded. Thoughts?

Emptying My Brain of Thoughts

I’m going to follow Sarah’s lead here and try for a quick post to empty some of the stuff out of my head.

  1. Man, I miss living in Athens, Georgia. We went to Athens for a wedding over the weekend and had a blast. I tweeted a long time ago that part of my heart will always live in that town and this trip confirmed it. I relaxed the minute I got there and didn’t clench my jaw at all the entire weekend. Wonderful food. Great (new & old) friends. A family member who drove into town to have lunch with me even commented on how great I looked and how much being in Athens agreed with me.
  2. The downside to traveling is that I’m now coming down with my third cold since February 3. Third cold. In seven weeks. The Cherry Blossom Ten Race will be virtually impossible to run at this point. I’m going to pick up my packet this time though, as I paid extra for a technical shirt. Needless to say, I’m pretty angry and frustrated about this health development. I’m still trying to decide what’s going to change and will keep you, dear reader, updated.
  3. The new job is going well. I’m still sorting out my new responsibilities. Not much else to say about this one.
  4. School is a big time suck right now. Major deliverable due a week from tomorrow. I need to buckle down this weekend and get it done.
  5. Dear Weather Gods: You are fired. What is this crap? How can we have nice spring days one week and freezing temps the next?!?
  6. I’m trying to figure out how to move back to Athens. Unless we become certified CrossFit and kettlebell instructors and open our own gym, there’s no jobs. Boo.
  7. I’m going to bed. I’m tired. I’m (getting) sick (again). I want to snuggle with the dog.

Pork and Liquor

Two of my favorite things.

A few weeks ago, a friend and fellow bourbon drinker let me know of Rocklands’s “Bourbon Club.” After (a small bit of) consideration, I agreed to join her in drinking all of the bourbons that Rocklands has .

We met up today and I ordered my meal (three meat platter with cole slaw and baked beans) and my first drink — Virginia Gentleman. My second was Rebel Yell and after some banter with the bartender, my friend and I were rewarded for starting the endeavor with free Elijah Craig 18 year. Which led to a discussion of how there are several liquors listed on their bourbon list that are definitely foul and/or not bourbon at all; but we’ll drink them (eventually) if they’re still on there when the time comes. The third friend that joined us for company was amused about our devotion to the sweet brown liquor. Several hours later, we departed and I came home to take a nap. I’m already trying to figure out when I can go back to have more pork and liquor.