By: Stephanie
Yesterday I was in a dilemma about how to spend my Saturday afternoon. I'd received an invite a few days earlier from a few friends to join them for a bite to eat, to catch up, etc. I really wanted to go because I haven't seen them in years. But I was hesitant because I live so far away from the chosen destination.
I went back and forth in my mind, and decided it was definately worth the trip. So, I picked out what to wear, showered, got all dolled up. By the time I was in my car and on my merry way, I got more excited to see everyone! It's about an hour one way, but the weather was beautiful. I rolled down the windows and cranked me some tunes. I arrive about 20 minutes late (as my previous blogs explain about me). No worries, because they "know" if I were to show up on time, they'd all pass out!
Here's where my story takes a few turns, that would probably make a heck of a SNL sketch. First of all, my friends told me the wrong name of the restaurant. It was close, but no cigar. I did find it. I get out, go to one of the front doors, and it's locked. Walk over to the second door, and it swings wide open. I go busting in looking for my buddies, and there's no one there but the manager, chef, and servers having a meeting. (I guess they forgot to lock the door.) I apologize and go back out to my car.
Now, if you were to leave home and travel an hour south to meet your friends, don't ya think it's wise to have their phone numbers saved on your cell? Not me, I guess. What do I do now? Obviously I feel like a complete idiot! I come up with the bright idea that I could track 'em down on Facebook from my phone. (That is rediculous, because they're supposed to be meeting up with me.) I can't get my FB to launch. So, I call another friend at home to get her to pull up HER Facebook, hoping to catch one of them online so I can see what's going on. (This friend I'm calling has NO idea who my other friends are. LOL)
She does a search for me and finds them all. She sends a message to each of them "from her" to call me. (And, of course THEY don't know who SHE is.) Lordy...Finally one of them calls me. I said what are you doing, and where are you? He says, "I'm at home getting ready for a party, where are you?"I said I'm at the place I was supposed to meet ya'll." He said really? I said, YES. He said, you mean on Saturday, December 3rd??? (The conversation went a little south from there..Ha!)
This is probably the kind of story that doesn't seem as funny unless you were there. But I stayed light hearted on my weekend outing. After all, I did bother to take my shower, get dolled up and don my rarely worn high heels. I hit the grocery store just in time to get the freebie food samples. They weren't the restaurant food I was looking forward to, but those chunks of deli ham were "fer sure" tasty!
As I started to head home, I realized that I didn't get that Cafe experience from the grocery store samples. I looked to my right, and low and behold were the golden arches. With total happiness, I left the drive through with my mocha frappe in hand, windows down, and once again; tunes a crankin'!
Yesterday I was in a dilemma about how to spend my Saturday afternoon. I'd received an invite a few days earlier from a few friends to join them for a bite to eat, to catch up, etc. I really wanted to go because I haven't seen them in years. But I was hesitant because I live so far away from the chosen destination.
I went back and forth in my mind, and decided it was definately worth the trip. So, I picked out what to wear, showered, got all dolled up. By the time I was in my car and on my merry way, I got more excited to see everyone! It's about an hour one way, but the weather was beautiful. I rolled down the windows and cranked me some tunes. I arrive about 20 minutes late (as my previous blogs explain about me). No worries, because they "know" if I were to show up on time, they'd all pass out!
Here's where my story takes a few turns, that would probably make a heck of a SNL sketch. First of all, my friends told me the wrong name of the restaurant. It was close, but no cigar. I did find it. I get out, go to one of the front doors, and it's locked. Walk over to the second door, and it swings wide open. I go busting in looking for my buddies, and there's no one there but the manager, chef, and servers having a meeting. (I guess they forgot to lock the door.) I apologize and go back out to my car.
She does a search for me and finds them all. She sends a message to each of them "from her" to call me. (And, of course THEY don't know who SHE is.) Lordy...Finally one of them calls me. I said what are you doing, and where are you? He says, "I'm at home getting ready for a party, where are you?"I said I'm at the place I was supposed to meet ya'll." He said really? I said, YES. He said, you mean on Saturday, December 3rd??? (The conversation went a little south from there..Ha!)
This is probably the kind of story that doesn't seem as funny unless you were there. But I stayed light hearted on my weekend outing. After all, I did bother to take my shower, get dolled up and don my rarely worn high heels. I hit the grocery store just in time to get the freebie food samples. They weren't the restaurant food I was looking forward to, but those chunks of deli ham were "fer sure" tasty!
Until Monday, Blog On!
HAHAHAHAHA I love it!!! I'm crying because I'm laughing so hard!
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