Current Mood: amused
Why'd I have to go and get myself all mutilated? (Yeah yeah)
I gotta tell ya, life without a head kinda makes me irritated
What a bummer...Can't blink, I can't cough, I can't sneeze
But my neck is enjoyin' a pleasant breeze now
Haven't been the same since my head and I were separated
~ “A Complicated Song” by Weird Al Yankovic
I really enjoy people dressed up as characters. Walt Disney World was massively entertaining. It is expected that adults and children, alike, should delight in the Princesses, Mickey Mouse, Minnie, and the rest of the Gang! I do not see why things should be any different outside of the Magic Kingdom. Therefore, I thought nothing of the fact that last night at ‘Red Robin’ I asked the waiter to bring the restaurant’s mascot, a giant Red Robin, to our table so my sister and I could say, “hello”. After the bird was done entertaining the kid’s birthday party, a handler brought her to our table. I shook her hand and my sister gave her a ‘high five’ without using her Borat voice. *This made me very happy – as her Borat impression makes me want to kick her sometimes*
Shortly thereafter, my sister asked the busboy for a balloon which had been abandoned by the 5 year old who had been sitting with his parents at the next table. He happily handed her the balloon, most likely pleased he did not have to carry it around the restaurant. ‘Kabie’ went to untie it so she could inhale the helium.
*POP*
The moment the balloon touched her mouth, it popped in her face. The look of surprise on her face sent me into a fit of giggles. Her comment, “Oh no, that did not go as I had planned”, only further fueled the laughter. Other patrons were looking at us, also smiling or laughing. Poor ‘Kabie’. She really wanted that helium. Never fear, though, she pretended that she had been able to inhale and began speaking in a high pitched voice anyway.
It being St, Patrick’s Day, we asked our waiter ‘Chuck’ (name has been changed to protect the guilty) why he wasn’t wearing any green. He let us know that he celebrates St, Patrick’s Day in his own way, prompting us to ask how he celebrates it. He looked around and then said in a conspiratorial whisper, “by smoking as much green as I can” then he laughed. I looked straight at him and said, “I don’t get it.” Now, I DID indeed “get it”, but I found it amusing to pretend that I didn’t. A look of confusion crossed his face. ‘Chuck’ inquired in all seriousness, “Really? Ah, wow.” He didn’t want to elaborate further, so I let on that I was joking, which inspired him to tell me that he hadn’t been joking about ‘the green’. We tipped him well, since he will most likely lose his job after the next mandatory drug test.
Never a dull moment when I go out with my sister – NOW, onto my awkward moment of the day:
I received an Instant Message asking for a friend’s mailing address in Fort Worth. I jokingly asked, “Why? Are you inviting her to the wedding?” *insert laughter here* “Yeah, actually, we are. We thought we sent her an invitation; but now we cannot find her address, so we need to make sure she gets one.”
This was the first time I have ever had an ex-husband ask me for one of my friend’s mailing addresses so she could be invited to his next wedding. It is bound to happen to everyone sooner or later -- right?
PERSONAL NOTE: I want to see that movie this weekend.
