Least Sexy Dinner Ever

The other night, I totally blew off cooking dinner and the hubbs and I went to Cheesecake Factory for dinner (had a gift card, so didn't feel too bad about the pork tenderloin sitting in the fridge waiting to be roasted). We waited for about 15 minutes, you know, not bad. Sean was particularly tired that day, and I found myself trying extra hard to be interesting so dinner wouldn't be extremely boring. Well...

We were seated at this terrible table. I mean it. It was the shittiest table in the whole place. Maybe the shittiest table* in all of the Cheesecake Factories in the world. We were sandwiched between the waiter station and the kitchen. The people caddy-corner to us were very unattractive, so we didn't even have a great view to make things better. Waiters were rushing by us every two seconds- and I even saw one of the managers rip a new one into one of the waitstaff. Fun.

Just as I was saying, "Sean, this has to be the least sexy table ever in a restaurant..." I hear this ghetto singing** coming from the kitchen. I don't think I can do it justice, but imagine if you can, "OOOOOOOOooooooohhh!" and then some mumbling/rapping and then some more, "OOOOOOOOOooooooohhh!" Every few seconds, there it was again. It was all I could hear.

I was super annoyed by this and was craning my neck around to try to see who could possibly think they should make this noise and how could everyone else working around him stand it? Sean is, of course, cracking up. He's loving how annoyed I am. What a guy.

I almost flipped into teacher-mode, but Sean would have been so embarassed if I shouted out, "Who's singing? Who's making that noise? It needs to stop now. Thank you." So I held it together, and just decided to blog about it instead. Lucky you!




*Sean thought it could be worse. He reminded me that we weren't next to the bathroom. I think the bathroom may have been on the other side of the wall to my left. Or, right below us, or somewhere very nearby. Had to be.

**Of course, Sean asked me if I was going to blog about it, and then helped me come up with the spelling of "OOOOOOOOOOOOoooooohhh!" I mean, really. Who does that?