I TOLD him I was going to post tonight’s entertainment if he didn’t stop fiddling with my cell phone, but I don’t think he believed me…
Now, all of you who know Jester know that he’s a bit off the wall. Sometimes, significantly more than a bit. I know this all too well having been dating him for five months.
Tonight, he called me up after I’d had a rather tiring day and said that he wanted to go out.
“Alright, honey.” I reply wearily as I trudge up the steps to get ready.
He took me to a place called The Elbow Room. This is a lovely place. They have brown paper covering the tables and little jugs of crayons. Well, I sat down as he went off to greet some people he knew and, left to my own devices (yes, I have a VERY short attention span and couldn’t stand not doing anything for those two minutes…) I whipped out my cell phone and started playing an absolutly riviting game of ‘snake’.
Jester comes back and confiscates my phone, trying to play a game himself, but only succeding in almost dialing my father’s work number (which would’ve been amusing since my father WAS in the office this late and he HATES Jester…
I proptly took the phone away.
But, oh, what happened next is truely classic Jester behavior. The crayons. He started coloring a sweet little picture of a house with a little chimney and some trees and people, with planes flying overhead.
I look down and begin to draw as well, and am suddenly startled by a gleeful squeak from across the table.
Jester had proceded to draw bombs flying out of the planes and blowing things up. The cute little house was the first to burst into flames, followed by the people and trees and whatnot.
Needless to say, we frightened the wait staff… :rolleyes:
I can’t take him out into public…
Well, there you have it.
And sugar? I TOLD you I would post it!
<sticks out her tongue>
Hey! My name’s in the title! Lookit! (Okay, so I admit, I’m amused by things like that).
mouthbreather, it was the Elbow Room on Elsworth. Is it in your area? This is said, of course, with the vain hopes of a Pittdope. I’m absoultely sure the waitstaff has seen odder, but I won’t admit it very easily.
Unless I just did. Nuts.
Anyway, on to regaining my dignity. Deiket, you seem to have forgoteen what YOU did while we were there, which was very humiliating and embarrasing and whatnot…like…errrrr…nuts. I got nothing.
Okay, forget the whole dignity thing entirely. I’m off to frame my crayon-drawing.
And yes, I’m sure the wait staff has seen worse, my father used to take me there and I had my 8th birthday there as well. 30 plus 8 year olds running a muck in the restaurant, all lead by me. Hehehe…
I’ve been told on many occasions that I was (and still am) an evil child.
Matter of fact, my classmates took a poll last year and out of 78 people, 62 thought I was evil. This included teachers. That’s not a good sign, is it?
Ah, well.
I’m off to get ready for yet another evening of fun and entertainment at the hands of Jester. Wish me luck, all! :rolleyes:
I spent 92-96 running around playing the town drunk all through Oakland, Squirrel Hill, Shadyside, and Bloomfield.
I am now down south in Atlanta. However, I still have a lot of family and friends in that area and make frequent trips back up that way. Next one up, I’ll give some notice and maybe we can have a yinzer dopefest.
