Saturday, March 16, 2013
Best dinner night.
So the previous day my dad started to talk me into going to an aunties birthday. I was like no. Hes like its her 80th. So I was all like oh fucking hell. I cant say no to an 80th. You just don't do that. Especially when they like me. So last night I braved it just for her. Did I mention I don't like greeks?
The place we were invited to was a Greek Tavern. ie, greek food, greek waiters, greek fucking clients. I was just traumatised. We went inside and it was wall to wall wogs. My auntie and other family friends were all super happy to see me since its a rare occasion when I actually bother to show up somewhere, given that I prefer to be on my own playing a game or watching something. So they were pleased as punch and couldn't stop chatting to me. This wouldn't be a problem if not for the fucking live band 2 tables away. Could hardly hear anything. Greek band too.
And then the worst part of all, something I truly hate.. Instead of ordering the dish we want, instead we got plate after plate of appetisers and small mains. So everyone was grabbing from small plates. I fucking LOATHE this. Why? Cause 90% of the shit is stuff I don't want to eat. So to mask my absolute disgust, I'd grab a little of something I could stomach and eat it very slowly. I had to do my absolute best not to shriek at my mum who kept trying to put food on my place. I'm not fucking 12!
Ugh, hated hated. Totally hated. I'm not sure which would be worse, the night I suffered or spending a whole day with Jed. I hear he sniffs his chair after he farts. True story.
at 3:37 AM