One week down…

4 Oct

I cried tonight in the middle of Petsmart.  We had to stop in to pick up kitty litter box things for Dingy, and we were looking at the cat toys.  I spotted this crinkle house thing … Speedbump had a purple crinkle house that I bought for him and he absolutely loved it.  That was all it took for me to start bawling.  So clearly, I’m not completely over the loss of Bump just yet.  I keep wondering how long it’ll take.  It’s been a very, very long time since I’ve lost a pet of my own.  Hopefully it’ll be a very, very long time before I have to go through it again.

Moving on … I’ve made it through my first week on Weight Watchers.  It’s not as bad as I thought, but it did lead to a horrendous restaurant experience.

As much as I loathe chain restaurants, they do have the diet friendly tendency to post their menu and nutritional information online, which makes it much easier when trying to plan ahead.  That’s why we ended up at Applebee’s.  That, and damn John Corbett.  (I was always more of a fan of Mr. Big.  That should have been a hint.)

The food, when we actually got it, was actually good.  (Well, mine was.  But Foster insists on ordering weird ass things, like a Quesadilla burger, so he’s not a good judge where quality is concerned.)  It took about 45 minutes for us to get our food.  My steak was supposed to come with “seasonal steamed vegetables”.  Apparently, single stalks of broccoli are in season.  I got one.  Single.  Stalk.  I kid you not.  I know I ordered from the “under 550 calories” section of the menu, but come the fuck on.

Bad service was going around though.  We overheard the table next to us ask the waiter to get the manager.  We heard them tell the manager that they didn’t plan on paying for their food.  We heard another woman go get the host because after hanging out at a table for 20 minutes, they hadn’t seen a waiter at all.  We were forced to listen to our waiter repeat the same lines (“Thanks so much for your patience.  Thanks for being good sports.”) over and over.  Honestly, we probably should have told the manager we weren’t paying for our food, either.  It was atrocious service.

My favorite part, though, was right after we sat down.  Our waiter asked for our drink order, and Foster said, “I’ll have one of everything,” while flipping through the cocktail menu.  It was clearly a joke.  Our waiter?  Stood there with a completely straight face.

We really should have walked out right then.


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