Its 1:30 in the a.m. and I am craving french fries thanks to Robyn's post here
I am listening to my nano and I'm listening to John Travolta and Olivia Newton John singing Summer Nights.
oooo french fries
Now I am listening to the Pet Shop Boys singing West End Girls and wondering where has the time gone. I remember dancing to this song at Ohio University while visiting friends
It was in Ohio that I met my first real serious boyfriend.
He turned out to be a big fat cheater and eventually we broke up thank God, but I digress.
He invited me to meet his parents. I was very very nervous. I flew in from New York just for the occasion. They took us out to dinner to a restaurant they owned in town.
Here's the variable in this story.
I was dead tired. I hadn't eaten all day because I was so nervous.
The stage is set and off we go.
They decided to order drinks. Now if you know anything about me from reading this blog is that I DO NOT really drink alcohol. The waitress came over and asked what I wanted. I nearly blurted out "Just a coke please."
I looked to my then boyfriend ( who turned out to be a big fat cheating rat) <--I never get tired of writing that.
He was no help.."Just order something other than a soda Jo." he was annoyed at my ignorance.
The waitress then said " Well since you are from New York then you should order a Long Island Ice tea"
I thought " ahhh perfect, an ice tea sounds tame enough " and I said "Yes" I'll have one of those.
Here is what is in one of those tame drinks. check out the first four ingredients.
She brought out a huge glass of my drink
I sipped it through a straw. It didn't taste strong. In fact it tasted fruity. Before I knew it My then boyfriends Dad ordered another for me. It was deceivingly strong; I realized it a bit too late..
The waitress took her time and by the time she took our dinner order I was seeing
and feeling a bit like
I don't know how exactly the next thing happened but I said YES to all of her dinner suggestions. In addition to the huge main course I had nodded yes to all the sides and then some. Maybe I thought it easier to nod yes rather than take a chance and slur my words.
By the time the food came it looked like King Henry the 8th was expected. My then boyfriend ( you know, the two timing cheating donkey butt) <---*nope, still not sick of it* thought it was hilarious when my food came and it took up half the table. I felt so much better after I ate and everyone got a good laugh that night after I explained that I was not much of a drinker. They were lovely people (the parents, not the rat fink boyfriend) and we all wound up sharing all I had ordered including a giant order of