I REALLY HATE FANCY RESTAURANTS
Today is my parent's 17th anniversary, witch is good. I'm glad they love each other and are not divorced, but let me tell you the dinner was excruciating.
I was not informed beforehand that this was a fancy restaurant, and as soon as I stepped in the door I felt under-dressed. I got over that though thinking, hey, screw you fancy waiters in tuxes, who cares if I'm in flannel.
Then when you actually sit down the waiters hand you a menu in fancy cursive that is impossible to read, and everything is ungodly expensive. Everything sounds so complicated you have no idea what anything is, and when you ask your waiter what it is he just describes it in an even more complicated way. You end up ordering something you have no idea what it is. It usually turns out to have way to many freaky spices and stuff you don't even want to guess at on it.
Also after you order it takes the length of a bible for your food to come, and you get hungrier and hungrier. Then after you get the multiple courses (drinks, appetizer, main course, dessert, each takes just as long to be brought out to you.) the night is over and all you have to do is go home and play poker.
Oh oh oh! I forgot to tell you all about poker night.
Fact- it is impossible to get tired while playing poker.
My parents and uncle and I played poker from 9:30 until 2 in the morning last night. And even after that I was not the slightest bit tired. I ate so many stale but somehow still delicious Oreos last night I was sugar high. Then around 4 in the morning I crashed and needed rest. Then I slept till noon. It was awesome. I went trough fazes of winning all the chips in poker to losing it all, it was strange. For the life of me I cant remember if I was winning at the end.
But all in all, it was cool, Poker anyone?