So Bethany pointed out I failed to share one of the key moments from our trip up to Seattle. I have talked about it with several people already but I have not shared it with everyone in my family who looks at this site so I guess now is better than never. Be forewarned... neither Bethany nor myself understands why he said what he said (how's that for a teaser?).
After arriving in Seattle and before the Red Sox game we found ourselves with a little extra time to fill. There wasn't enough time to go downtown and do the "tourist" thing so instead we found a restaurant close to the hotel named Red Robin. Yes, the chain, nothing fancy but I have always enjoyed the food and generally have had good service experiences to go along with the food.
Everything began normal enough. We were take to our table and received our drinks efficiently enough and after a few moments were ready to place our order. The waiter showed up and began jotting down what each of us wanted. Upon taking my order (a burger) he asked how I wanted it cooked to which I replied medium. He then asked if I wanted it a little pink in the middle, or a lot pink because apparently medium means different things to different people. This is when I had one of my rare moments of romanticism brilliance (is that a phrase?) and I stated it wouldn't matter how it came back to me because I would be eating it across from a beautiful woman and would enjoy it no matter what. Bethany began to grin that special grin she has when she is both very pleased and slightly embarrassed at the same time and I was about to feel rather proud of myself when the waiter muttered the following statement: "oh, well I am not going to judge you" and he walked away.
I think my jaw hit the floor, Bethany blinked several times in surprise and the first words out of my mouth was "OUCH!". We then spent the next several minutes laughing at the absurdity of the comment and I used the phrase far too often over the remainder of the trip (don't judge me... no really.. don't judge me... just please don't judge me).
I did end up tipping the waiter (his service wasn't terrible aside from the comment) and we enjoyed our food but now, whenever I go to Red Robin, I will remember that experience.
So my question for those of you who are hearing about this experience for the first time is this: what was he trying to say and should I have not tipped him at all?
Thank you once again Bethany for a great 3 day weekend trip. I enjoyed laughing at the absurd events, cheering on the Red Sox to victory, and snuggling with you (even if your daughter took pleasure jumping in between us each time). And your cookies were delicious!
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
A "Third" Date
It has been awhile since my last post. Bethany has been reminding me of this fact but unfortunately I have been both super busy at work and lacking in desire to post recently so it obviously hasn't happened. Work in particular has been hectic. For those that may not know my hotel has undergone a complete change in staffing on the front desk. After going through the turnover and getting the new staff trained we had all of them (well most of them, one did stick around) quit within a 2 week time frame landing us right back into a state of no staffing. Needless to say I have worked far more desk shifts than I care to work and I have been putting in super long hours on top of it all.
As if our staffing situation wasn't stressful enough I also had the "privilege" of having a visit from my boss, my boss' boss, the owner rep for my hotel, and the Q.A. inspector. All within the last month. The long story short: owner visit was far easier than I thought it would be, my bosses visit was a breeze, my boss' boss visit was disheartening (it always is), and we passed the QA (even if I worried non-stop about it). We also now have staffing levels returning to almost "normal" levels and the hotel has been very busy through it all.
In spite of the insanity at work I still managed to find some time to fly across the country for my 3rd date with Bethany. Yes, I am calling it my 3rd date. I am counting each actual trip to meet her as one date regardless of how many days I spend with her during the trip. They are long dates, but count as only one using my highly questioned counting system. Three has been the challenging number for me. I have not made it past 3 dates with anyone since my AZ days (over a decade ago). I have used the term "curse" jokingly but really I just wasn't finding the right person.
This particular date had an important purpose for me. For those that may not have heard, Bethany is a Red Sox fan who has NEVER been to an actual Red Sox game! That simple would not do. So I bought some tickets to the game, bought some plane tickets, booked some hotel rooms (separate rooms in case anyone was worried) and off I went to pamper my girlfriend a bit. I even took a few pictures. Not as many as I thought I was going to take (I am not as good at taking the pictures as my mom is) but a few that I will share after my commentary is done.
The trip was too short, the game was great,we even got to see half of it from our seats ( 2 and 4 yr olds don't like to sit still for 3 hours of baseball), the company was even better than the game. And Bethany even made some chocolate chip cookies for me. Which I ate. And ate. And ate and ate and ate and ate some more. She said they weren't her best but I enjoyed them all the same. There were lots of other things that happened on the trip (like meeting up with one of Bethany's friends the day after the game) but I have already shared them so many times I don't feel like typing them out again. Suffice it to say I had a good time and when the day came to fly back to Chicago I didn't want to go.
I said I took some pictures and here they are. Some were taken by me, some by Bethany's daughter.
As if our staffing situation wasn't stressful enough I also had the "privilege" of having a visit from my boss, my boss' boss, the owner rep for my hotel, and the Q.A. inspector. All within the last month. The long story short: owner visit was far easier than I thought it would be, my bosses visit was a breeze, my boss' boss visit was disheartening (it always is), and we passed the QA (even if I worried non-stop about it). We also now have staffing levels returning to almost "normal" levels and the hotel has been very busy through it all.
In spite of the insanity at work I still managed to find some time to fly across the country for my 3rd date with Bethany. Yes, I am calling it my 3rd date. I am counting each actual trip to meet her as one date regardless of how many days I spend with her during the trip. They are long dates, but count as only one using my highly questioned counting system. Three has been the challenging number for me. I have not made it past 3 dates with anyone since my AZ days (over a decade ago). I have used the term "curse" jokingly but really I just wasn't finding the right person.
This particular date had an important purpose for me. For those that may not have heard, Bethany is a Red Sox fan who has NEVER been to an actual Red Sox game! That simple would not do. So I bought some tickets to the game, bought some plane tickets, booked some hotel rooms (separate rooms in case anyone was worried) and off I went to pamper my girlfriend a bit. I even took a few pictures. Not as many as I thought I was going to take (I am not as good at taking the pictures as my mom is) but a few that I will share after my commentary is done.
The trip was too short, the game was great,we even got to see half of it from our seats ( 2 and 4 yr olds don't like to sit still for 3 hours of baseball), the company was even better than the game. And Bethany even made some chocolate chip cookies for me. Which I ate. And ate. And ate and ate and ate and ate some more. She said they weren't her best but I enjoyed them all the same. There were lots of other things that happened on the trip (like meeting up with one of Bethany's friends the day after the game) but I have already shared them so many times I don't feel like typing them out again. Suffice it to say I had a good time and when the day came to fly back to Chicago I didn't want to go.
I said I took some pictures and here they are. Some were taken by me, some by Bethany's daughter.
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