Darkschunt 
Friday, January 21, 2005
So anyway tonight Potatos and I tried out this new pub down by The Curve. And it looks like a nice place, with all that running water and fishes and leafy plants and big curvy rattan chairs that you can sink into so that you're eye-to-eye with the table and have to manuever your drinks before you can take a sip.
Well, that was the outside, because we didn't really step foot in the pub. We just flopped ourselves down on the rattan chairs outside and called our slave...I mean our waiter....to serve us.
And speaking of our waiter, he's a weird guy. I mean, he looks like a nice person and he's friendly (like REALLY friendly) and all, but then he'll stand on the steps outside the pub and start dancing strangely. Then he'll go over to a table full of people and start dancing in front of them, like he's their hired bar dancer or something. Then he'll come over to us and lean over the empty chair beside Potatos and stare at us while we try to keep on talking and ignore him.
Then he tells us twice that some guys at the table behind me want us to come over and join them at their table. And we're like, "Na, tell them we said no." And he'll ask, "But why? They'll buy you free drinks, you know!" And i'm like, "I can buy my own drinks." And when he drifts away, I say to Potatos, "What do we look like? Table hostesses? GROs?" (Government relations officers - another name for bargirls) And Potatos giggles and says, "No, we're SPGs." And I say, "What, do we look like a *insert name of this chick we knew from high school*?" And she giggles and looks over at the guys and says, "Na, I don't think so." Pause. "Because, you see, there are no old men at that table." *Evil giggle.* Hehehe. I think only those who know who the chick we're referring to is can get the joke.
Well, that was the outside, because we didn't really step foot in the pub. We just flopped ourselves down on the rattan chairs outside and called our slave...I mean our waiter....to serve us.
And speaking of our waiter, he's a weird guy. I mean, he looks like a nice person and he's friendly (like REALLY friendly) and all, but then he'll stand on the steps outside the pub and start dancing strangely. Then he'll go over to a table full of people and start dancing in front of them, like he's their hired bar dancer or something. Then he'll come over to us and lean over the empty chair beside Potatos and stare at us while we try to keep on talking and ignore him.
Then he tells us twice that some guys at the table behind me want us to come over and join them at their table. And we're like, "Na, tell them we said no." And he'll ask, "But why? They'll buy you free drinks, you know!" And i'm like, "I can buy my own drinks." And when he drifts away, I say to Potatos, "What do we look like? Table hostesses? GROs?" (Government relations officers - another name for bargirls) And Potatos giggles and says, "No, we're SPGs." And I say, "What, do we look like a *insert name of this chick we knew from high school*?" And she giggles and looks over at the guys and says, "Na, I don't think so." Pause. "Because, you see, there are no old men at that table." *Evil giggle.* Hehehe. I think only those who know who the chick we're referring to is can get the joke.
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