fishie kisses

last night, E and i went out for a fancy dinner. we hadn't gone out to dinner in WEEKS!!!! so, since The Lobsta was having "all you can eat shrimp" we decided to partake. i mean, come on, you can never have enough IODINE in your diet!

so we walk in and there are NO lobstas in the tank. (not like i wanted any. hell, i'm allergic anyway) so E makes the comment that its pretty bad when a place named after its MAIN offering is out of their little buggy namesakes. and of course he made that comment TO the hostess. and she confirmed their lack o' lobsta.

we told her we weren't really there for their main fare, and told her we would like a table. this is how the conversation went:

Hostess: so, just 2 of you?
E: no, we have 16.
H: (bugged out eyes) 16?!?! uhhh... ok.
E: just kidding. it's just the 2 of us.
H: whew. ok. do you have a smoking preference?
E: somewhere in a dark corner, so we can make-out.
(at this point, i lose it!)
H: well, umm let me go see what i can find. (all the while giving us the "either they are just really sweet, or we may need to turn the hose on them later" look)
(exit hostess #1)
(enter hostess #2)
H2: are you guys being helped?
E: sure are. she's off finding us a quiet little table
(hostess turns to leave to check on the status of our table)
Me: so we can make-out
H2: (turns back around to us) oooh i'll come watch!
(exit hostess #2)
E: well i'm flattered.
Me: maybe that was meant for me, dear.
(enter hostess #3)
H3: are you guys being taken care of?
E: sure are.
H3: ok.
(exit hostess 3)
(enter hostess #4)
E: YES, we are being helped.
H4: ok good, because i wasnt sure.
(enter hostess #2)
H2: we found you a perfcet table
(enter hostess #1)
H1: i even had to bus it myself, thats why it took so long.
E: sweetie, that's fine. at least we knew we were well taken care of.


we were pretty sure the hostesses at the Lob hadn't had that much fun with seating a table in a long time. we totally threw them off their game. too bad after all that fun, there was no making-out. but i got a kick out of the offer!

YAY me!





(Darling, you TOTALLY owe me a make-out session somewhere REALLY innapropriate, now.)