I am a simple girl. Really, I am. I used to have a friend who classed her friends in laundry terms. "Dry Clean Only" meant high end, high maintenance. "Machine wash cold, lay flat to dry," was your average woman, handle with care and she'll put up with you forever. I, in her terms, am "Machine wash warm, tumble dry, cool iron if needed." I require very little special attention.
There are many ways for me to have a perfect night. I love the theatre, but I am perfectly fine with dinner and a movie. I can gallery hop all night, but I can also sit at home and watch TV. I like laying in the grass and watching the stars, or laying in bed and watching Starz. You get the point. I'm not hard to please.
But there are a few small things that will ALWAYS ruin my night. Here they are:
1. The Foundation for a Better Life - Their commercials always make me cry. There's this one, with a kid whose mom is trying to help him find his sport and it turns out that he can sing and he sings her a thank you song. Appreciation, pass it on. Or the one with the prom queen with Down's. I bawl like a baby and then I spend the rest of the night wondering why real life isn't like those commercials.
2. High School Musical - I can quite happily watch most of the TV shows that Brynna likes. I will watch Wizards of Waverly Place, Good Luck Charlie, Zeke and Luther. Really, I can tolerate most anything. Except HSM. I don't know what it is, exactly. The overly catchy songs? The happy-schmappy not at all true portrayal of life in high school? The clothes? Sharpay? Or maybe it's just that I know musicals and this... this... has music... Sort of.
3. Ruby Tuesdays - I bring this up because I'll probably be dining there tomorrow evening. And I am dreading it. Don't get me wrong, their food is fine. Just like every other major chain restaurant in the world. It doesn't suck. Some of it is quite tasty. I'll never get over them ditching the Strawberry Tallcake from their menu, but since I craved their Pomegranate Lemonade my entire last pregnancy, it's a wash. It's the seating that bothers me. When you go to Ruby Tuesday, at least the one in my town, they seat you according to whether or not you have kids. Oh, no, they don't tell you this. They just do it. They seat all the people with kids in the big central area and everyone else in the areas around the perimeter. A couple of points about this:
- It's icky. If you're going to do something like that, be straightforward.
- The wait. I have had to wait for upwards of a hour while there were perfectly good tables open. They make up excuses for this, but then they seat me next to everyone else with kids and I know the truth.
- Backwards. If you are going to do this, seat the kids around the edges where parents have some control. Instead, you end up navigating a maze of tables and chairs, getting to and leaving the table (and going to the bathroom, twice per kid in my experience). Not to mention the noise. It seems like the biggest complaint I ever had about kids in restaurants before I had kids in restaurants (Note: I have no complaints now. If you are managing to not kill your kids with your butter knife, you're doing fine, sweetie, just fine.) was the noise. So, why, for the love of all that's good and holy, would you put the kids in the center area where everything echoes? Why?
5. Bad shoes - I love shoes. I'm a little bit of a shoe freak, but I have these feet, these size 10 and a half wide feet that have no arch whatsoever and I get really pretty shoes and then fifteen minutes later I'm howling in pain. I can't tell you how many dates The Husband and I have had to make a Target or Wal-Mart pit stop halfway through to buy me some flip flops. Because I can't handle the pain anymore. And then I feel guilty. Which, also, always ruins my night.
So, your turn! What will invariably ruin your night? Are you doing anything fun this weekend? Will your night be ruined by a paranoid babysitter? A wardrobe malfunction? Weak drinks? Share it all. I'll be editing the post to include links to those who choose to post on their own sites, so let me know in the comments or in email with the little contact me button up there.
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