So, I went out earlier tonight to hear some old friends of mine play. Jimmy George and Russell Clepper. My God-Sister came with her fiance and my friend Shannon showed up as well. The music was good, the food was awesome, they played at this pretty well established Mexican food joint here.
I about cracked up over my friend Shannon, just remember, though, I understand her frustrations. I'd walked in the door almost a minute late, and she was already there. The waitress had taken her drink order. We sat and talked a bit, and the waitress came back with our drinks and asked if we were ready to order, and we told her we were. For whatever reason, the waitress left. And Shannon looked square at me, "didn't I just tell her we were ready?" I was a bit confused, too. She didn't come back. My God-Sister showed up, and the twits we are, we only had a table for four, so we had to move.
The waitress comes back.
The waitress takes their drink orders and scampers off to get them.
Shannon's four months pregnant and decided to leave a good amount of room for tasty Mexican food.
The waitress finally comes back for our order, forty five minutes after we'd told her we were ready. Shannon, by this time, has this manic, pregnancy charged, feed-me-now-before-I-rip-your-fucking-head-off look to her.
I relayed this to Jimmy George after the show, and he emulated it perfectly. I just had to ask "Have you ever been pregnant?"
He laughed at me. Said he'd lived with a pregnant chick for six months, also said he'd rather be anywhere but there. I feel the pain, my sister-in-law's been pregnant twice, and twice have I suffered the hormonal wrath that is womankind during pregnancy. Don't get me wrong, I think new life is beautiful and babies are beautiful and all that, but c'mon, we all know how crazy women get when they're producing a baby.
Er, and not to mention hungry.
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