Wednesday, May 18, 2005

two hetero dudes that aren't gay going out to restaurants *I've been going out with Goatbelt Matt the last couple of nights since his "freedom bride" has been working late starting up her new tutoring business. Last night we gave this new pizza place a try (Pizza Rustica) and the consensus was that it pretty much sucked.  First of all, the dining room was hot on a hot day.  Sweating and eating is a terrible mix. Second of all, this Rustica place hasn't kept up with even the most basic trends of humanization in the hospitality business.  The twenty-first century thing--to make a customer feel loved and important--is to ask his of her name after the order is placed. That way, when the order is done, the customer hears his name said cheerfully aloud, hopefully by a pretty girl, and feels kind of special. But the Pizza Rustica place still does the old "number barking" system (made famous in gruff NY Delis).  As you well know, in this system, you are supposed to memorize a cold and unfeeling number, and subsitute it for all your unique humanity as you await for your food. In this system, its always a fat greasy guy in an apron who yells out your number.  Since human beings don't naturally respond to numbers (unless they've spent a lot of time in the can) the customer is apt to miss his order. After two of three gruff barkings of your number, the fat greasy guy shrugs his shoulders and puts your pizza under a grease lamp, where it rapidly returns to the temperature it was before you requested it. A few moments later, after getting annoyed and hungry, you go up to the counter and inquire about you're pizza.  Its at this point that the fat, gruff, greasy guy says, "I SAID '74' ABOUT 5 TIMES AND YOU DIDN'T COME UP HERE!!!" Anyway, this is what happened yesterday to Goatbelt Matt, and we both agreed that the place kind of sucked and that we will never eat there again. But that's not even what I wanted to talk about!  I wanted to mention how we went out again tonight (a record for us I think) and dined at Ciccio's, a "California-style" cuisine place. Me and Matt have eaten there many times, and the food is consistently pretty good, and on top of that, almost all of the waitresses are hot. (With especially great asses, for some reason). But, the thing about Ciccio's, if it hasn't already stuck you from the name, is that its just kind of queer.  I mean, I feel funny just saying the word Ciccio's (pronounced Chee-chee-ohs) to other people. And then there's the whole "california angle," ......and there are in fact a fair number of observable gay couples that dine there all the time (not that there's anything wrong with that). Okay, now let me get to the point: Matt ordered soup as an aptizer, some sort of beat and meatball and carrots or something.  After five or ten minutes of waiting, our hot asian waitress (with the great ass) still had not brought Matt's soup, and he kind of grumbled about this under his breath. Just a few seconds later, the hot asian waitress rushed the soup over and placed it in front of a hungry Goatblet Matt. Before leaving, she looked over at me and said, "would you like a spoon so you two can share?" and so then Matt goes, "hey wait, we're not gay!" 9:28:31 PM    comment [] The force was not with us last night. Me and Rachel went out around 11pm to get ready for our "world premier" of the new Star Wars movie.  But when we got to the theatre in Ybor there was no throng of nerds lining up on the sidewalks--no one wearing Boba Fett T-shirts, no one making jawa jokes. Seeing this, we figured midnight might be a little late for a dorky, sci-fi crowd, or maybe Star Wars doesn't have the same drawing power as it used to.  So we decided to go get a couple of drinks around the corner to shave off another half-hour or so.  But a heineken and a vodka/cranberry later, there were still no Star Wars nerds.  No Lando look-a-likes, no Jar-jar wannabees. It was then that we really started to investiagate the situation.  We checked the box offices and found them closed and empty.  We peered through the glass doors of the lobby and saw not a soul, not even a minimum wage pop-corn sweeper-upper dude.  Nobody. It was then that we realized that something was wrong.  We checked the tickets again.  They said, "12:01am wed," which was in fact about 30 minutes away. "Are you sure they said, 'tuesday, after midnight?" I said. "Yes," Rachel insisted.  "We had a five minute conversation about it, just to make sure." But as it turned out, the ticket guy was just wrong.  The movie wouldn't be for another 24 hours.  I almost suspected Rachel had done this on purpose, just to get me to go out to Ybor (or anywhere) on a weekday night (which I haven't done in a long time.  Well, unless you count the tripping on mushrooms thing, and a few other thursdays).  But if that was her plan, it back-fired, because I felt like total crap last night--some sort of sore throat /cold thing--and the thought of drinks and smokey bars and clubs just seemed vomitable. So instead we went home and had some sex.  After that Rachel fed me some sort of medicine and I was out like a lightsabre.  Now we're going to try the whole thing again tonight.  (Unfortunately, I feel even crappier than last night.  I feel like I have some sort of horrible hangover and my arms are kind of warm and tingly and my tonsils feel like they're warm lumps of coal in my throat.  (You must be really bored if you're still reading this). *I was wrong about the Iraq war scammer dude.  Mr. Operation desert freedom perpetarator managed to swing a full set of tickets  with his back-from-the-battlefield-bullshit. what else? *Oh yeah, I was kind of amused to hear that Mulgrew made a special "invite" to Rachel (midnight culmination girl) to get a coveted link to his blog. Of course, the special invite still required that she do the obligatory "publicity post" as well as the internet, chain mail thing. Rachel's response:                                                                       absolutely nothing. 8:03:40 PM    comment []

© Copyright 2005 Mark Michaels. Last update: 6/1/2005; 9:12:26 PM. This theme is based on the SoundWaves (blue) Manila theme.