On superbowl Sunday I had dinner with my family at a restaurant called BJ's Brewhouse and it reminded me of this time...... A little back story for ya.... I discovered this restaurant with my friend LJ. Her and I would go there often... it sorta became "our place". Well one dinner date night, not long after I broke up with Mark we went to eat there. LJ thought it would be a good idea to take a risk, do something crazy, go out on a limb, and give the waiter (who really wasn't even all that cute) my number. And, so I did. Nothing came of it, we text back & forth a couple of times and that was the end. Then, I was out with LJ another time and around 1am I decided to strap on a pair of beer goggles which we weren't even aware of until the following Monday... So, I met this guy. If my memory serves me correctly, I think his name was Brent. Brent was a credit analyst for Wells Fargo and if anyone has ever hung out with me when I was drunk you would know that this was the greatest, most interesting news I had heard all night, for I too worked for Wells Fargo at the time. Brent was wearing a hat and in the dim light and drunken blurry eyes he was "cute". So that night we said our good byes and really I didn't think that I would ever see this Brent fellow again. Totally ok with it! But then, bright and early Monday morning Brent went stalker on me and emailed me at work. Hmmmm.... dinner tonight? Eh whatever, he was cute right? I really wasn't even sure what to expect and I definitely didn't expect what I saw when he showed up. Ok... I want you to envision Uncle Fester from The Adam's Family walking towards you with a maroon sweater vest and a blue shirt under. Do you have a good picture in your mind? Sounds attractive right? Ok, well now picture yourself walking to the table you sit down and the waiter comes up to get the drink order.... Guess who the waiter was! Yes, the guy that we left the number for. Dinner was so awkward and this poor guy must have thought I was the craziest person ever. Every time the waiter came up to the table, no matter what it was for I would just randomly start talking about work stuff. I almost even wanted to wear my name tag to solidify any thoughts that the waiter might have had that maybe it was a "business meeting". It if for situations just like this one that they coined the phrase.... FML!!! And that folks, is why I know that I have the world's best pair of beer goggles.
After leaving the restaurant I immediately called LJ to share with her this horrific experience and then I just proceeded to laugh all the way home because I mean really... what else can you do right?
