it was friday & i was catholic
friday nite, i went to a birthday dinner for a friend, K, at a restaurant in the city across the street from the beach.
the weather was total crap, so i decided to bart over with my friend D. C agreed to pick us up from the station closest to the restaurant on his way from work at SFO. he got stuck in traffic caused by the total crap weather, so D & i were stuck standing outside the station, huddled together under an awning, trying not to get struck by lightning in the big, metal-clad structure that was the south SF bart station.
eventually C came & saved us and we headed beachward, down the great pacific highway. on the way there, the three of us bitched & whined about having to drag ourselves all the way over to south city just to have dinner with K, when we all live on the other side of the bay.
and then we got to the beach chalet.
holy crap, what a cool place.
trendy bar downstairs, trendy restaurant upstairs, both overlooking the ocean. we all started downstairs. i started a tab for C, D & myself. i ordered drinks for them, a glass of chardonnay & a midori sour, then ordered an amaretto sour for myself & finished it quickly at the bar. then i ordered a second for myself & brought them their drinks. we finished those off, then i returned to the bar to close my tab, only after ordering a third drink that i again, finished quickly at the bar. for good measure, i ordered one more to have with dinner.
we made our way upstairs and i weaved over to a seat in between C and K's sister's boyfriend, whose name i could not remember. i did ask him, however, what he was going to have for dinner a total of five times. he was very patient, and told me every single time that he was having the chicken. he further proved his patience by listening to me tell him, probably more than five times, that it was friday and i couldn't have meat because i was catholic.
i then proceeded to ask everybody else at the table what they were having. and followed up by telling everyone that it since it was friday, i couldn't have meat because i was catholic.
the room started getting really warm after that. or maybe it was just me.
appetizers were ordered and a big plate of calamari appeared out of nowhere. i thanked the seafood gods for remembering that it was friday and i couldn't have meat because i was catholic. i then told everybody that i could have this because it wasn't meat, which was great, because it was friday, and i couldn't have meat because i was catholic.
K's mom started looking at me funny after that. couldn't tell you why.
our orders were taken and i went for the fish & chips. i felt the need to explain to the waiter (who looked like adam levine from maroon 5) that it was friday and i couldn't have meat. because i was catholic.
he seemed to understand. what a nice guy.
C & D decided they needed to pee. that sounded like fun, so i tagged along. for a split second, i couldn't tell which figure on the door had the dress on, indicating the ladies'. luckily, D was ahead of me, so i followed her. had she not quickly closed the door on the stall behind her, i would have tried to crowd in there with her. instead, i peed alone. i told D that it was friday, so i couldn't have meat, since i was catholic. she ignored me.
we got back to our seats in time for the food to arrive. i noticed that K and the guy who's name i couldn't remember switched seats.
i wonder why.
i ate my fish & chips, drank down my last amaretto sour that was totally watered down by that time, and watched the heathens around me consuming their poultry. well they would have been heathens, if they were catholic.
K was on his third drink called a tsunami-something-er-other, and he was getting pretty toasty along with me. there's nothing like having a warm gay man rub up against you. C was sitting on the other side of me, but he wasn't all that warm, so he was useless.
K, C, D & i planned a future outing to a mediterranean restaurant in the castro for sometime soon. i haven't been to the castro in a while, but as long as D is there, it evens out the gay man to fag hag ratio in our little group. i told them that if we decided to go out on a friday, i can't have meat, because i'm catholic. they totally understood. what good friends they are.
then we had cake, served by maroon 5 guy, followed by hugs & goodbyes that were shared all the way around. K's mom asked if i was going to make it home okay. i don't know why she asked, but what a nice lady to be so concerned.
C & D argued all the way back across the bridge. i crashed in the back seat.
by the time i got home, it was way after midnight. i grabbed myself a piece of chicken out of the fridge.
a reasonably good time was had by all.
the weather was total crap, so i decided to bart over with my friend D. C agreed to pick us up from the station closest to the restaurant on his way from work at SFO. he got stuck in traffic caused by the total crap weather, so D & i were stuck standing outside the station, huddled together under an awning, trying not to get struck by lightning in the big, metal-clad structure that was the south SF bart station.
eventually C came & saved us and we headed beachward, down the great pacific highway. on the way there, the three of us bitched & whined about having to drag ourselves all the way over to south city just to have dinner with K, when we all live on the other side of the bay.
and then we got to the beach chalet.
holy crap, what a cool place.
trendy bar downstairs, trendy restaurant upstairs, both overlooking the ocean. we all started downstairs. i started a tab for C, D & myself. i ordered drinks for them, a glass of chardonnay & a midori sour, then ordered an amaretto sour for myself & finished it quickly at the bar. then i ordered a second for myself & brought them their drinks. we finished those off, then i returned to the bar to close my tab, only after ordering a third drink that i again, finished quickly at the bar. for good measure, i ordered one more to have with dinner.
we made our way upstairs and i weaved over to a seat in between C and K's sister's boyfriend, whose name i could not remember. i did ask him, however, what he was going to have for dinner a total of five times. he was very patient, and told me every single time that he was having the chicken. he further proved his patience by listening to me tell him, probably more than five times, that it was friday and i couldn't have meat because i was catholic.
i then proceeded to ask everybody else at the table what they were having. and followed up by telling everyone that it since it was friday, i couldn't have meat because i was catholic.
the room started getting really warm after that. or maybe it was just me.
appetizers were ordered and a big plate of calamari appeared out of nowhere. i thanked the seafood gods for remembering that it was friday and i couldn't have meat because i was catholic. i then told everybody that i could have this because it wasn't meat, which was great, because it was friday, and i couldn't have meat because i was catholic.
K's mom started looking at me funny after that. couldn't tell you why.
our orders were taken and i went for the fish & chips. i felt the need to explain to the waiter (who looked like adam levine from maroon 5) that it was friday and i couldn't have meat. because i was catholic.
he seemed to understand. what a nice guy.
C & D decided they needed to pee. that sounded like fun, so i tagged along. for a split second, i couldn't tell which figure on the door had the dress on, indicating the ladies'. luckily, D was ahead of me, so i followed her. had she not quickly closed the door on the stall behind her, i would have tried to crowd in there with her. instead, i peed alone. i told D that it was friday, so i couldn't have meat, since i was catholic. she ignored me.
we got back to our seats in time for the food to arrive. i noticed that K and the guy who's name i couldn't remember switched seats.
i wonder why.
i ate my fish & chips, drank down my last amaretto sour that was totally watered down by that time, and watched the heathens around me consuming their poultry. well they would have been heathens, if they were catholic.
K was on his third drink called a tsunami-something-er-other, and he was getting pretty toasty along with me. there's nothing like having a warm gay man rub up against you. C was sitting on the other side of me, but he wasn't all that warm, so he was useless.
K, C, D & i planned a future outing to a mediterranean restaurant in the castro for sometime soon. i haven't been to the castro in a while, but as long as D is there, it evens out the gay man to fag hag ratio in our little group. i told them that if we decided to go out on a friday, i can't have meat, because i'm catholic. they totally understood. what good friends they are.
then we had cake, served by maroon 5 guy, followed by hugs & goodbyes that were shared all the way around. K's mom asked if i was going to make it home okay. i don't know why she asked, but what a nice lady to be so concerned.
C & D argued all the way back across the bridge. i crashed in the back seat.
by the time i got home, it was way after midnight. i grabbed myself a piece of chicken out of the fridge.
a reasonably good time was had by all.
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