Random Ramblings Monday

Not as fun as Frisky Friday, but it will have to do.

Time flies when you’re having fun… but come Moanday morning I feel as though I have had little to no rest and relaxation. Mostly because I haven’t, I suppose.

Friday night I went out with LaLo to the new restaurant in town. The biggest selling points of this restaurant, which will probably ensure that I shall be a patron of theirs for a while:
A) It has valet. This is almost necessary, specifically at this time of year, as parking is scarce, and who really wants to drive around cursing for half an hour prior to sitting down to a fabulous meal with friends?
B) It is not in the middle of downtown. Please note that I use the term ‘downtown’ very loosely as my town has one main road through it. ‘Downtown’ consists of maybe six or seven street lengths of it and shops only run down about one to two blocks deep away from this main street. Having said that, during the summer months with then various festivals going on, it can take 30-45 minutes to get through ‘downtown’. It’s a pisser, and again who wants to be all worked up and agro before their weekend even commences, with no cocktail or food in their tummy? Not me.
C) It’s a good size restaurant, with indoor and outdoor seating. Being the new ‘it’ place it’s nice to have ample seating so I don’t need to wait four hours to get in.
D) Oh yeah, the food doesn’t suck either. (Although I might still go if it did, if for only the above listed reasons)

Okay now that I have spewed all of this useless information to you… (Let me remind you that it is indeed Random Rambling Monday)…

While LaLo and I waited to be seated, we saw P, or downstairs neighbor. We invited him to join us and we all were seated at our table.

Now gentlemen, perhaps you could (please) help me with this.

Our waitress was a cutie (obviously, how often do you have some dog waiting on you at any ‘hip’ place?) and probably about 18 years old. P, whom I have always considered to be a ‘nice guy’, proceeded to mentally undress her while she took our cocktail order. His eyes slowly worked their way down and back up her body… this was not done subtly. At. All.

I told him to stop as he was probably making her uncomfortable. He told me (I swear I’m not making this up), “OCG, I am 34. I look older than that, and girls love older guys checking them out. Look, she like likes me, she’s being nice to me.”

At this time please let me share with all of you men, what I shared with this dumb ass: At no time does any young, hot girl want some older man checking her out, and mentally undressing her. If you do this to a woman sitting at the bar next to you she will hopefully have some self respect and say something to you. If a girl is ever nice to you in these situations is it because:
A) She is waiting on you and she HAS to be nice to you. That’s what she’s getting paid for. You are not special.
B) You are buying her drinks. Again, you are basically buying her to be nice to you. You are not special.
C) She is a cheap ho that would be nice to anyone that she thought she could get lucky with. You are not special.
Do you notice a reoccurring theme here?

Dirty and M joined us, and LaLo moved and sat in between P and me. With more cocktails consumed, his behavior was becoming more lewd and I was becoming more intolerable. When the check came, I look at him (I honestly have never done this before) and said, “As we just had to tolerate you during this meal, you can pay for it.” P did. Good boy dirty old man.

LaLo decided to turn in for the night, and Dirty, M and I decided to ditch P (which we did successfully and immediately) and find TM, HWKHH and their gang.

We went to about five bars, to no avail. The boys were not around where we were. At the last bar Dirty decided she should call TM from my phone. In the middle of leaving a message some random guy grabbed the phone and started talking shit into it. This is always fun to explain.

In addition I have some random recollection of this guy I kinda know (his roommate is the Foot Man) shoving his tongue in my mouth as we were both leaning on the bar waiting for a drink. Genius.

Saturday stared off with brunch, bad service (why do I keep going back to this place every week) and watching the dolphins frolic in the ocean (oh yeah that’s why). Saturday afternoon and evening… umm… yadda yadda yadda.

Sunday started (yet again) with brunch and the girls. Brunch was followed by cocktails at the resort, the plushest bathrobes that have ever existed being purchased, (Thank you LaLo) and going back to LaLo’s. Stripping off our clothes we turned up the AC so we could lounge around in our new purchases.

I awoke this morning at nearly 3am on my terrace. The fresh air felt so good when I sleepily stumbled up from LaLo’s around 1, I just decided to stay there, sleeping in my new robe. I moved back into my bedroom, re-waking about every twenty minutes parched, but too lazy to do anything about it. The sad, sad, saddest thing is that I had a bottle of water sitting next to my bed, but the sheer thought of reaching down, grabbing it, twisting off the top, and elevating my head so I could pour it into my mouth seemed like too much effort.

Once again, my alarm went off far too early. Story of my life.

I really hope my daily porn email takes off. I’d never have to leave my bed again… wait that doesn’t sound quite right…

Happy Moanday.