My lady and I went out for some Bring Your Own Wine (BYOB) sushi tonight, and on the way home we wanted some dessert. We stopped into an Italian place hoping to get some flowerless chocolate cake, and when we opened the door, the only people in there were one gay fella who worked there and three friends of his singing show tunes. He sang to us that they were closed.
His friends urged him to get his ass back into the kitchen to cook us up some dessert, but we didn't want to trouble him - plus he was pretty drunk so he could have badly burned himself. He did give us a tour, taking my girl by the hand and trying to warm her up (I appreciated the concern). I told him we could come back in later in the week on Tuesday, but he was admittedly too drunk to enter our reservation into the computer, so he had me do it for him. On the way out he introduced us to his friends, and for around the 20th time he said how adorable my girlfriend is.
He said he would give us some free dessert but to be sure to remind him because he was well aware that he would likely be too drunk to remember him. I'm looking forward to Tuesday. Better brush up on my show tunes . . .