we should probably just eat at home

Okay, I’m kind of in the middle of finishing my History of Rhetoric reading, but I think a break is appropriate.

We were constantly on the go today. Most of the time, I don’t mind these day, until we come back home and I realize just how many hours it’s been since I’ve been here. Ah, well.

On Monday, we were out and thought we’d stop by a local Mexican restaurant for dinner. However, Monday is, of course, the normal day of rest for restaurants. Pic had to see a man about a horse, and I didn’t want her to have to wait, so we went somewhere closeby. We made a poor choice, though, in stopping in at a chain sandwich shop. This place really depresses me. First of all, there are better places to get sandwiches. Second, the service at the shop we went to is almost always horrible. This visit didn’t prove an exception.

Anyhow, today, we did stop to eat at the Mexican restaurant (after a brief visit to the library where Pic played with the puzzles and I got books about Rosh Hashana and the autumnal equinox). The food was okay, but I ordered chicken nachos, an appetizer, and received enough food for a table of ten. No matter how much I ate, it never looked like I made a dent. Remind me to not order that again.

Our service was not so great. Cardo was pissed. It took a long while for our server to greet us and then she only rushed by a few times to ask, as she was still rushing by, “Is everything okay?” We had to ask someone else for refills on water and for an extra fork. (Why is it that so often, Pic doesn’t receive her own flatware?) I never got a refill on my iced tea. At the end of the meal, she sent someone else out to give us a box for Pic’s food and drop our check for us. We had been planning on ordering flan, but Cardo refused to even ask for it after the check was dropped.

When we got our debit card slip back, Cardo signed it and quickly pushed the check-holder across the table to me. He said he wouldn’t even leave fifteen percent, so he let me do the honors. I left exactly fifteen percent. I have no idea what was going on with our server tonight, but I still felt horrible leaving only fifteen percent (this probably sounds crazy to some, or most, people, but I was a server and I have this weird server guilt or something…I like to tip well). Cardo wanted to make a big deal about what had happened, but I told him that we would want to come back at some point. He said that he’d make sure that we didn’t have the same server. That’s fine with me, but I don’t want all of the servers to hate us and refuse to serve us.

After we payed the check, we decided to walk the thirty or so minutes to somewhere else and order flan. As we walked down, twilight was setting in. The sky was pastel-rainbow hued. It was a comfortable evening. (And, it would have been even better if two separate kids (teens) hadn’t screamed at us from their cars, one calling us whores. Who the frig does that? Hello, freak, we have a three-year-old with us.)

Now, I’m back home. I’m tired. Obviously…I’m sure you’ve noticed that this post is rambly. I need to get back to my book.

This weekend, we have the Glow Show and Dawn Patrol at the hot air balloon races to look forward to (we have to get up at about three-thirty on Saturday morning). Also, we’re planning on climbing on Saturday (Cardo is right now bugging me about that). I think I might fall asleep the second we get back from climbing that afternoon.