After a date didn't end well a few nights ago, I decided to get myself spit shined and see if my groom would take me out again. Grandma was still in town and the teenagers owed her big time for the trip to Busch Gardens. They cooked dinner and we slipped out to our favorite place.
I kept it together pretty well on this date. We had two tables around us ruining the atmosphere. This restaurant is on the rivah. It's supposed to be calm and peaceful. One table was a business meeting of some sort and this one guy would not stop laughing. He laughed obnoxiously about e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. All the women at the table were talking loudly. I don't know if they were tipsy or just loudmouth Rivah folk. They wanted everybody to know their business and it wasn't even interesting business.
*unless she's a loudmouth
The other table was four men. They were all drinking heavily and portrayed themselves as more important than I assume they actually were. They were being a-holes to the waitress. They were all badmouthing their neighbors and wives and all I could think was, "Have some manners!" And also, "No wonder old people eat early."
Next time, we dine at 4.