Date night.
It was Friday night and Ryan was wanting to go on a date since we haven’t seen each other for almost a month except in passing. We went out to Caesar’s Steakhouse. Now I think this is quite the snazzy place. All the waiters are dressed in tuxes and everyone dresses up to go out here.
We were quite under dressed. I wore my size 1 Gap dark denim long and lean jeans with a white tank top and a brown shirt over top. Ryan had on his baggy jeans, a red shirt and his black vest. We were getting disapproving glances from other patrons who were dressed as if they were going to some ball, but I didn’t give a damn. I walked in like I owned the joint and promptly ordered.
Appetizers: Escargot.
I love these little things and different restaurants always make them differently. This time they brought them to us IN THE SHELL! This was a first for me. I love trying new things.
They gave us these thigh master type contractions to hold the shells and open them with.
“These things look like something you’d see at the gynecologist office. Spread em!” I snapped them at Ryan giggling to myself.
I had a lot of fun playing with them all night long. I wouldn’t let the waiter take them away from me. The waiter himself was kind of a quirky guy. Tall, dark hair, cute, but odd…. I was really trying to decide if he was gay or not. I was teasing and bantering with him the whole night long. I love waiters that will play with me.
So he says to me, “the bus boy really likes to be pinched. He loves it.”
I smile and call him on his bluff… I reach over to the bus boy and grab his ass and pinch him.
LOL! The look of shock and surprise floods both the bus boy’s face and the waiters face. heheehe… I just smiled and then said, “oh gosh, I’m sorry, did you want me to pinch him with these?” I take my escargot tongs and then pinch him in the ass with those.
He just stands there and takes it. A flood of color rushes to his cheeks. The waiter’s mouth hangs open in shock.
I look at the bus boy and smile. “He told me to do it.”
The waiter leaves laughing to himself and the bus boy is still standing there with the tray of fixings waiting for us to tell us what we want on our baked potato.
“Just so you know, whatever you want me to do back to him, I’m game. Whatever you want. I’ll do it.” I say grinning to the bus boy. “Think about it, don’t need to tell me now. When you know, just come tell me and I’ll do it.”
A few minutes later he comes back and says, “I’ve got good news.”
“My meal is free?” I ask.
“No.”
“Tom Welling is here?” I ask.
“No.”
“You’ve got chocolate for me?”I ask again.
“Not now, I’ll give you those at the end of the night.” he responds.
I sigh. “Well, I give up. Tell me.”
“He hates, HATES having ice down his back.” He grins mischievously.
“I’m on it. Get me a glass of ice.”
I wrap some ice in a napkin on the chair beside me and wait for the opportunity to present itself.
Just after we finish dinner, I call the waiter over to take my plate. He turns his back and I quietly and quickly follow him, pull open the back of his white shirt and toss some ice down his back.
“Ahhh…. I HATE ice down my back! I hate it!” he squeals… He turns to the bus boys and says, “You’re a bad, bad boy!”
I roar laughing and sit back down. The bus boy is cracking up and the waiter is trying his best to maintain his dignity all the while wiggling his back while the ice slides down. He heads to the kitchen to remove the ice.
Being the queen of overkill, I prep the next batch of ice in my napkin.
The waiter was a good sport about it all.
After dessert, which was the bestest, fluffiest, cheesecake with fresh strawberries on it, we got our bill.
We left a huge tip and as I walked out I thanked the waiter. When he had his back turned cleaning our table and picking up his tip, I spin around and put more ice down his shirt.
hehehe…. Such fun.
Since it was Ryan’s turn to plan the date, we went for a movie after… *shocker* cuz that’s all we ever do. Heaven forbid if we do anything else. *sigh* So we went to go see Death Race with Jason Statham.
Now I like this movie. It was action packed, there was not a moment that didn’t go by that something wasn’t been blown up or fists were flying. I loved it…. until the end. Great movie then the ending just kills it. Bleh… These writers need a slap. It blew goats. They definitely could have written a waaaay better ending.