Girls' Night Out

So now that I am over my croup, I apparently have bronchitis. No school for me until probably next Monday. That further reminds me that I need to take a couple hits off of my inhaler and more cough stuff before bed. Bleh...

Laura and I went out for a girls' night out/men suck bitchathon since Steven was going to the Patriots game. We got all tarted up and she picked me up around 6:30. We then headed for the Taunton Longhorn to imbibe cow. Mm, cooooow. We got there and the host was all nice and sat us down. Our waiter was good, too, and we got our unsweetened iced tea with very little ice and no lemon for Laura and a glass of the house (Red Diamond) red for me. My wine was actually really damned good for being house. So we order the happy cow medium rare and medium well with no seasoning and go on to nibble on our salads.

The steak comes out and something looks kind of odd right away. Mine was kind of flat and it looked like it had seasoning. Laura takes a bite out of hers and chokes. It definitely has seasoning. The waiter comes back just as Laura's gulping down the water and I explain that both of our steaks are cooked wrong (they're both medium) and are covered in seasoning. Our very nice waiter, Louis, apologizes profusely, takes them back, and sends over the manager who apologizes again and assures us that she will take care of it and make sure our food is on high priority. Ok, good.

I smoosh up and eat my sweet potato and Laura and I chitchat about people we know and what they're doing. Our cow takes forever to come back out, but when we get it, it's all cooked right, which is very good. Of course, they forgot Laura's potato, but Louis, our very helpful waiter, mistook her lack of interest in the potato for being polite and trying not to make a fuss. He forced a new potato on her, but in a totally sincere way. We finish up our cow and get delicious, delicious dessert and wait for the check. Louis brings by the cheque and...

We have been charged for our fucked up steaks, as well as everything else. Now, it's not that I'm looking for a free meal, but if both of our dinners are fucked up, at least off to comp a dessert or give us a drink on the house or something. So I'm kind of bitching about having to pay $25.98 for the two fucked up steaks and I say to Laura that I think I should bitch. Louis comes back and I ask very nicely if I can see the manager please before we settle up.

She come back over and I start in about how our waiter was really great but I was just not impressed with the meal, continuing into how both our steaks were cooked wrong and had seasoning on them when we specifically said we wanted none and how I've eaten there before and it always been really good. No dice, she apologizes some more. Soooo, I keep talking... I start on about how that I don't mind paying for good food, but this was terrible and how I'd hate to have to stop coming here, because I like it so much, but if this is the way things are going to be, we'll have to find somewhere else. Apparently, at this point, my voice has risen a little and the table behind us has started looking at us. Thank god I didn't look at Laura, because I would have died right then, since I was really laying it on. Finally, since I've just kept going on and on for about 5 minutes, the manager finally says she'll take it off our bill and hopes that we'll give them a second chance. Score!

Total damage for an iced tea, a glass of wine, two 8oz. steaks with potato and salad, and a dessert: $15.19
Complaining for five minutes to a manager who didn't wait to do anything about the fuck and getting her to comp our steaks: priceless!

I left our waiter almost a $15 tip because he was awesome too and he really tried. I also paid for Laura, since this was totally my shameless ploy to get in her pants.

After that, we went to the Adult Superstore and toodled around. Laura found nothing, but I found a really funny looking, cheap vibrator that I picked up. Of course, the second I got out of there, I had to text Steven and tell him that I bought a sex toy. It turned out this was good timing, because he and Donna never met the guy with their tickets and were just leaving, pissed, when I texted him.

After that, I tried to call Erin, but she wasn't around, so Laura and I headed to Bickford's for a cup of tea. Evil Bickford's decided to close at 11 for some ungodly reason, so we just had a couple cups and headed back here, where we too silly pictures and when Steven got back, made him take more pictures of us because we looked so damn cute.

Here's how friggin cute we were:

I'll be posting more pictures when Laura emails them to me tomorrow (today?) in my photo gallery. So yes, we had fun and I bitch a lot. Go us!

Birthdays!

Happy 22nd, Carleigh!

Survey Time

( From Laura, via Karen )