So I'm on the way to a new restaurant opening in my hometown. My friend Dude had been there many times, and said I had to come and try it out (sounds oddly like real life . . .). It's night and I'm going with Doug Heffernan (from King of Queens) and some of his buddies, going up the stairs to this place. He's making jokes (can't remember now) and we go in. It's packed inside. I make my way over to Dude's table.
Doug is not happy because our waitress is one he has had before, and she is not very flirty. As we sit, the people change to anonymous faces and dude. Just as I sit down, another waitress puts down a bowl of crispy, but very wet wings. I am surprised and excited because Dude has already ordered them for me. The 3 others at our table are all looking over menus. I can't wait to dig in, but every time I do, the waitresses keep knocking into me, because it's so busy.
A big group of kids in hockey gear come in and the waitresses say they were expecting this group and that they will be back after dealing with them. Although I am annoyed at the hockey team, I am glad to finally get to eat my wings.
Then I woke up.
I think I got a bite in, but, *sigh* they weren't real.
Thankfully my pillow was fully intact.
This reminds me of a scene from Matrix:
ReplyDeleteCypher: You know, I know this steak doesn't exist. I know that when I put it in my mouth, the Matrix is telling my brain that it is juicy and delicious. After nine years, you know what I realize?
[Takes a bite of steak]
Cypher: Ignorance is bliss.
Now go back to sleep and eat your wings!
Chris - awesome reference. And I will.
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