3/31/2003 06:33:00 PM [ link ]
my weekend was... unusual
Friday: reconnected with some great friends from freshman year; watched some good movies; realized at 4am that there were cars parked around Chris's such that he was unable to drive me home; subsequently crashed at his place.
Saturday: entered the twilight zone. No, really.
First of all, Tim was incredibly late picking me up for the symphony. No wait, I'm not being clear. I've just implied that Tim being late is a twilight zone-ish occurance, when in fact it is quite normal, and even expected. The twilight zone part comes at dinner. Imagine going to a restaurant, but imagine that everything you think you know about restaurant protocol is wrong. Imagine that every time you do anything, the workers look at you as if you are from a foreign country. And although you are quite sure that at any other restaurant your actions would be met with no surprise at all, you begin to wonder if perhaps you have entered some sort of alternate universe where restaurants are just supposed to keep their doors locked even when there are people eating inside, and the waitress is supposed to fetch the cook so you may personally ask him whether you can substitute the "boiled cabbage" (that comes with your meal) for a simple side of vegetables (that comes with every other meal). Maybe in this universe everyone has three stomachs, so the waitress is supposed to be completely baffled when you only order one dinner each.
Waiters kept running downstairs to a hidden section of the restaurant which we began to suspect was used for shady drug deals, or a brothel. Or maybe even for executing any customers who do not follow the correct protocol...