April 10, 2005

Today was gorgeous!  Well, enough about the weather, let's get down to the nitty gritty!  After hanging out in the computer lab for too much time on such a sunny day, Jefferson and I went to the local restaurant to grab a bite to eat.  I only had eight dollars on me, but it's a pretty cheap restaurant.  (This is important later.)  I was sitting there with my Brazilian compadre when I met our waitress, Dawn.  You could tell she had character.  She reminded me of Jenine Garafalo, as far as the personality factor, which rates very high in my book.  She seemed impressed by my speaking Portuguese, and we had an instant connection.  I mentioned how I had never seen her working there before, and she said she had started two weeks earlier after moving here from Chicago to be with her mother.  She is twenty-four and has the slightest accent.  I could tell in a second that she has really lived.  She came across experienced, but optimistic.  As soon as she walked away, I explained to Jefferson that I planned to ask for her number.  She came back with drinks, and I gave both of our orders.  He ordered a BLT on homemade white and fries (she asked if we wanted those two extra things) and I said sure, as well as having her put extra cheese on my grilled ham and cheese.  The food was okay, but I only ate about five fries and half of the sandwich.  That, of course, was after scaulding my whole mouth and throat on the first fry.  Always be careful on that first fry... good lesson.  So I didn't think much of it.  While trying to cool off my mouth and throat with some hot coffee (yes, the fry was that hot...), she kept passing by and we were pathetically making eyes at each other.  I could tell she wanted to talk to me more, but it was getting into dinner time rush hour, so she was clearly too busy to hang, as it were.  I figured I'd invite her out to karaoke, which is coming up this Saturday, while I was paying for my bill.  Well, Jefferson and I got seperate bills, and mine came to just under eight dollars.  I was confused that the bill said my sandwich was six dollars, plus a drink, plus tax, and Jefferson's was over eight dollars.  I'm not cheap by any means.  I blow money much more easily than I ought be able to, but the totals were about double what I was expecting.  So I asked Dawn if there was something wrong with our bills.  She looked confused and said that's how much all of the extra stuff costs... i.e. fries and homemade bread.  Well, I didn't make a fuss, but it made me come off looking like a tightwad.  But I figured it wasn't too much damage on our certain future of going out.  So when it came time to go up to the register to pay, she didn't tally up the bill (my expected time to ask for her number), but another did.  Dawn got too busy cleaning another table, but I still had to go back and put a tip on the table.  Unfortunately I didn't realize all I had left was the thirty-seven cents I had just received for change.  Way to overcome my previous cheapliness.  *Sigh*  So when I went to leave the not-so-generous amount on the table, I sort of ed just to see if the opportunity would arise again, but the table she was taking orders from had to be the slowest moving group of ten seniors I have ever seen, and it started to look kind of retarded having me just standing there with my friend behind me, so I just left and didn't even get to say goodbye.  What an undramatic ending to my saga!  So now I have to go back at some point, eat again at one of her tables, and explain my previous predicament and make up the monetary difference.  This is so awesome, I can't just not talk to her again!  Besides, it is a restaurant that my family goes to quite often.  Ugh, I was such a moron!  I feel like the stupid teenager who is trying to give a a nice compliment and ends up ally staring at her like a dufus.  Anyway, so is my luck with the ladies.  And in tomorrow's agenda, I'm heading to the back clinic in New Hampshire all by myself because Jefferson called and cancelled on me, not surprisingly, because he's being trasferred out of here in two days, and has to help Bruno move into the new apartment.  I'm going over there tomorrow night after I get back, to help and check out the new digs.  Sounds exciting.  Now I just have to figure out a way to go back to that restaurant in order to talk to Dawn when she's not busy, with enough time to plan for next Saturday, without looking like a big pig who likes to eat cheap greasy food several times per week.  That should be a challenge in itself.  Not to mention I need to lose a few pounds!  But when do I not?  Am I right?  Am I right?!?!  (Such a loser... even I laugh at me, hee hee.)