Fondue Fun!
Jul. 21st, 2001 03:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpLast night I was more ridiculous and had more fun than I'd had in a restaurant in a while. A. decided he wanted to try this place up the street called The Melting Pot, which was a fondue place. We had no idea how much fondue stuff costs. I was guessing $17/person or so. BZZZT! Wrong.
So we had this server, she was a real doll, very cute, very perky. We were bantering back and forth and I liked her. A. gave me a 'look' about something, I don't remember what, and the server (Kelly) said, "You should give him a look back." I casually said, "Nah, I don't need to, he has bad hair and he knows it." A. needs a haircut and his hair is looking pretty odd these days. Well, she couldn't stop staring at his hair, and started laughing about it. A. was like, "Oh, you're staring at my hair." And she was like, "Oh god, yeah, I was." She laughed and left.
So I started teasing A.'s hair up and making it stick out all over the place. It looked pretty whacked by the time I was done. She came back and we were nonchalantly just gabbing pleasantly and then she noticed the hair. She almost dropped the big fondue pot of chocolate and starting laughing hysterically. She couldn't breathe, and she was SO LOUD! She was bright red and hyperventilating, and finally murmured, "I'll go get you guys some silverware." Hee hee hee! She couldn't come back, really. She would walk up, drop something off, and start laughing. I could hear her laughing all across the restaurant.
When I got the printout for my credit card thinger, I drew a little cartoon of someone with stickout hair saying 'thanks!' to make her smile. I think the 30% or so tip I left made her smile, too. Hee.
I should have gotten her number.
So we had this server, she was a real doll, very cute, very perky. We were bantering back and forth and I liked her. A. gave me a 'look' about something, I don't remember what, and the server (Kelly) said, "You should give him a look back." I casually said, "Nah, I don't need to, he has bad hair and he knows it." A. needs a haircut and his hair is looking pretty odd these days. Well, she couldn't stop staring at his hair, and started laughing about it. A. was like, "Oh, you're staring at my hair." And she was like, "Oh god, yeah, I was." She laughed and left.
So I started teasing A.'s hair up and making it stick out all over the place. It looked pretty whacked by the time I was done. She came back and we were nonchalantly just gabbing pleasantly and then she noticed the hair. She almost dropped the big fondue pot of chocolate and starting laughing hysterically. She couldn't breathe, and she was SO LOUD! She was bright red and hyperventilating, and finally murmured, "I'll go get you guys some silverware." Hee hee hee! She couldn't come back, really. She would walk up, drop something off, and start laughing. I could hear her laughing all across the restaurant.
When I got the printout for my credit card thinger, I drew a little cartoon of someone with stickout hair saying 'thanks!' to make her smile. I think the 30% or so tip I left made her smile, too. Hee.
I should have gotten her number.
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Date: 2001-07-21 04:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2001-07-22 09:11 pm (UTC)shame, too. We were out in the middle of the suburbs, visiting some friends of his, who had married young, then had kids young, never finished college and then she started squeezing out kids and he was managing Quik-Trips, and while they were lovely people, it was sordidly domestic and the fact was, rather stifling, and as soon as we left, I wanted to do something mildly urbane, but we were in a suburb, and what we found in the middle of all those newly planted baby trees (because they'd just ripped up all the fully grown ones that were in the way of the tract housing) was a strip mall with a Melting Pot, so there we went.
The time before that that I was supposed to go to a Melting Pot was Valentine's Day one year while I was still in Raleigh, when I desperately needed Dustin's support because a month earlier he had been being desperately Dustin, not the worst he ever was, but still, and despite the fact I made the reservations, and was going to pay because he was a student and I was earning lots of money, and all he needed to do was show, he decided to get more Dustin than he'd ever been without cheating on me that night, and he didn't show up until 10 pm, and that was only because public transit had stopped and I begged him to help me get home (I'd been waiting at work for him).
I own a fondue pot, but I haven't been able to find the fuel for it (its the burning type, not the electric type). Maybe I'll just take a loss on it (it was only like $15) and go buy an electric one.