Hmm. It's been a while, hasn't it? I bet you all have been anxiously awaiting a new entry, checking my site religiously. Hoping. Waiting.
Or maybe not. But if you were....get over it. I've been busy. Living out of a suitcase isn't all it's cracked up to be. Been on the road with the NDP and Liberals this past week, as Federal Election 2006 continues. Later this week, the Conservatives will be fortunate enough to have me.
So Tam and I went out to dinner tonight. Applebee's, courtesy of a gift certificate for my birthday (thanks Uncle Gary!). The meal was alright...but my steak was a bit undercooked. As usual. Twice while we were there, the waitresses came out clapping in a procession to sing Happy Birthday to someone in the restaurant. You see this at a lot of places now. Who's brainchild was that? I'm going to wager that it wasn't one of the poor schmucks who has to got out and sing it 8 times a shift, and pretend like it's their favourite thing to do in the world. And who really enjoys having that done, anyway? Just give them their free slice of cake and be done with it already. (Granted, it can be kind of fun when you're out to dinner with a group of Mounties and you tell the servers that it's the birthday of one of the guys at your table when it really isn't and then watch him turn red and uncomfortable as the eyes of the whole restaurant turn on him as he is serenaded by a course of "The Old Gray Mare..." and made to wear the fuzzy viking hat........hypothetically speaking, of course).
And in conclusion.....THE END.
Or maybe not. But if you were....get over it. I've been busy. Living out of a suitcase isn't all it's cracked up to be. Been on the road with the NDP and Liberals this past week, as Federal Election 2006 continues. Later this week, the Conservatives will be fortunate enough to have me.
So Tam and I went out to dinner tonight. Applebee's, courtesy of a gift certificate for my birthday (thanks Uncle Gary!). The meal was alright...but my steak was a bit undercooked. As usual. Twice while we were there, the waitresses came out clapping in a procession to sing Happy Birthday to someone in the restaurant. You see this at a lot of places now. Who's brainchild was that? I'm going to wager that it wasn't one of the poor schmucks who has to got out and sing it 8 times a shift, and pretend like it's their favourite thing to do in the world. And who really enjoys having that done, anyway? Just give them their free slice of cake and be done with it already. (Granted, it can be kind of fun when you're out to dinner with a group of Mounties and you tell the servers that it's the birthday of one of the guys at your table when it really isn't and then watch him turn red and uncomfortable as the eyes of the whole restaurant turn on him as he is serenaded by a course of "The Old Gray Mare..." and made to wear the fuzzy viking hat........hypothetically speaking, of course).
And in conclusion.....THE END.
posted by Dave at 11:38 PM
2 Comments:
Dave, you sound like you need a hug. Not from me of course, but, 'hypothetically speaking'.
How about from dear old Dad...Hug,Hug...there, that should do it..!
And yes I was watching for your Blog...since mine seems to be off the air???
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