IHOP You Like This One
Well ya'll, now that I been down hurr in Texas with my good ol' family, I reckon I been slackin' in these here parts. Haha. I promise I haven't picked up that Texas twang quite yet, and I don't believe chewing on a piece of straw will ever be for me. However, being referred to as a a "southern bell" sounds like fun. Where do I come off choosing what little Texan traits I pick up? Alright, enough of that...it's been a long time since I last blogged guys, so hang tight this one might be a little rough.
Last night I handed my clock-out slip to my manager, thanked him for the night, gave an adios and a wave to the kitchen staff, put one last chair up on a table by the fountain, and with my purse and car keys in hand I pushed open those Don Pablos doors into the Texas air.
As I made my way to my car I dug for the cell phone that was buried in my purse, flipped it open, and dialed home. As the phone rang I opened the car door, untied my apron, and scooted into the car. Key in, lights on, brake, shift, reverse,shift, drive, and I was off. Ah yes, the drive home...I love that feeling. Don't worry this isn't like one of those movies where I forgot about something and left it out of the next scene. Haha. The phone was still ringing. Voice mail picked up after what seemed to be an eternity (a slight exaggeration) and I shut the phone. Mom hasn't checked her voice mail since she got her phone so I would have basically been talking to myself. I came to a red light and started to turn up the radio just as my phone started jumping around in the drink holder. No, it wasn't possessed, it was on vibrate. Okay, so maybe you understood that, but I didn't. Laughing at myself I picked up the phone, "Heyllo." "Where you at?"-no, this wasn't my mom... haha it was my brother. "Brandon," I exclaimed, "(insert laughter) I'm on my way home- Wooooohooo!!!!" (Don't be scared...I'm always super hyper after work) Brandon and I chatted for a few minutes and then a light bulb came on in my head and I was like, "Brandon...get Brittany.. we're going to IHOP!" Earlier in the day Brittany had said she'd always wanted to go to IHOP, which reminded me that I'd always wanted to go too. What better time than 12:30!?! Gotta support those 24 hour places.. they're open late/early for a reason. A left turn and a right turn and I was home. I pulled up to the curb and told Brandon I was out front. The door was locked so he had to come let me in. Before I approached the door I did a little clapping dance and made some noise....not because I'm crazy, but there's a bird that has a nest in the wreath on our door and it's darted at Brittany before. I didn't want to take any chances. Following the clap dance, I did a duck-and-run into the house. Brandon laughed at me, and he had every right to...it was pretty funny looking.
The blogs moving too slow.. fast forward.
We pulled into a packed parking lot under the big blue sign and unloaded. I watched Brittany and Brandon walk in front of me and almost had a moment. (It's crazy how time flies.) Instead I focused on the adventure...IHOP baby.. yeah! Haha. We walked in the restaurant together and I smiled at the semi-friendly security guard that was watching the door. Standing together we followed the directions posted on a small stand and waited to be seated. A man in a white shirt and a tie approached, "Hello, how many?" Haha. I chuckled to myself as I wondered whether he should say, "Good evening" or "Good morning." I couldn't have his job- I would always second-guess my greeting. Snapping out of my thought I realized that no one had replied and said, "3 for non-smoking please." "Great, follow me," this guy was pleasant- I liked him. I looked around as we were led to our table in the back, this place was pretty large. (Is that typical or is this just a Texas thing!?) Cough, cough....we must have passed through the smoking section. The man stopped at a table near the window and set down the menus. This was our stop. Britt and I sat on one side and Brandon on the other. As the man left, we pulled our chairs up. I rested my arms on the table and smiled as I realized how happy we were just to be together. So the fun began as we chatted and looked over our menus. Soon an overly tan waiter came to take our drink order and tell us what food was available. Because I work in a restaurant, I'm always very observant when I'm in that environment. The waiter was nice and helpful.. Bryana approved- check. The waiter left only to return in a few minutes. Brandon decided on a kids breakfast.. the silver five. Five silver dollar pancakes, eggs, and bacon. I want to be a kid again! Brittany and I agreed that we would share four strawberry pancakes. You know, I really should have asked myself if I was hungry before going to eat. Special occasion- make room. Chat, laugh, listen, repeat that was pretty much the order of events until the food arrived. The waiter was good.. he split the strawberry pancakes onto two plates. You know, I really don't remember the food because it didn't sit in front of me very long. That's usually an indicator that it was really good. Really any food outside the college cafeteria is still a treat. I pulled out the money that I just made and slid it in the little black folder with the check. Appreciating the service, I pulled a pen out of my purse too and wrote "Thank You Ryan" on the top of the check, hoping that was his name. After I wrote it I questioned myself aloud. Brittany and Brandon weren't sure either. Going with my gut feeling I closed the little book and awaited his return. The familiar face returned to the table and my eyes went straight to his name tag which read "Ricky". I soon realized that Brittany and Brandon noticed the same thing because they busted out in the laughter I held inside. My cheeks turned red. Ricky left the table and thanks goodness he didn't take the check with him. I grabbed the book as Brittany and Brandon continued to chuckle and tore off the top where I had written to Ryan. I rewrote "Thank You Ricky" at the bottom. In laughter we left, passed the security guard at the door once again, and drove away from the International House of Pancakes. One hilarious jam session to Kelly Clarkson's "Since You've Been Gone" got us home around 1:30. When I called it a night my abs still hurt from laughing.
Oh IHOP.....if you haven't been yet...you've gotta try it!
Last night I handed my clock-out slip to my manager, thanked him for the night, gave an adios and a wave to the kitchen staff, put one last chair up on a table by the fountain, and with my purse and car keys in hand I pushed open those Don Pablos doors into the Texas air.
As I made my way to my car I dug for the cell phone that was buried in my purse, flipped it open, and dialed home. As the phone rang I opened the car door, untied my apron, and scooted into the car. Key in, lights on, brake, shift, reverse,shift, drive, and I was off. Ah yes, the drive home...I love that feeling. Don't worry this isn't like one of those movies where I forgot about something and left it out of the next scene. Haha. The phone was still ringing. Voice mail picked up after what seemed to be an eternity (a slight exaggeration) and I shut the phone. Mom hasn't checked her voice mail since she got her phone so I would have basically been talking to myself. I came to a red light and started to turn up the radio just as my phone started jumping around in the drink holder. No, it wasn't possessed, it was on vibrate. Okay, so maybe you understood that, but I didn't. Laughing at myself I picked up the phone, "Heyllo." "Where you at?"-no, this wasn't my mom... haha it was my brother. "Brandon," I exclaimed, "(insert laughter) I'm on my way home- Wooooohooo!!!!" (Don't be scared...I'm always super hyper after work) Brandon and I chatted for a few minutes and then a light bulb came on in my head and I was like, "Brandon...get Brittany.. we're going to IHOP!" Earlier in the day Brittany had said she'd always wanted to go to IHOP, which reminded me that I'd always wanted to go too. What better time than 12:30!?! Gotta support those 24 hour places.. they're open late/early for a reason. A left turn and a right turn and I was home. I pulled up to the curb and told Brandon I was out front. The door was locked so he had to come let me in. Before I approached the door I did a little clapping dance and made some noise....not because I'm crazy, but there's a bird that has a nest in the wreath on our door and it's darted at Brittany before. I didn't want to take any chances. Following the clap dance, I did a duck-and-run into the house. Brandon laughed at me, and he had every right to...it was pretty funny looking.
The blogs moving too slow.. fast forward.
We pulled into a packed parking lot under the big blue sign and unloaded. I watched Brittany and Brandon walk in front of me and almost had a moment. (It's crazy how time flies.) Instead I focused on the adventure...IHOP baby.. yeah! Haha. We walked in the restaurant together and I smiled at the semi-friendly security guard that was watching the door. Standing together we followed the directions posted on a small stand and waited to be seated. A man in a white shirt and a tie approached, "Hello, how many?" Haha. I chuckled to myself as I wondered whether he should say, "Good evening" or "Good morning." I couldn't have his job- I would always second-guess my greeting. Snapping out of my thought I realized that no one had replied and said, "3 for non-smoking please." "Great, follow me," this guy was pleasant- I liked him. I looked around as we were led to our table in the back, this place was pretty large. (Is that typical or is this just a Texas thing!?) Cough, cough....we must have passed through the smoking section. The man stopped at a table near the window and set down the menus. This was our stop. Britt and I sat on one side and Brandon on the other. As the man left, we pulled our chairs up. I rested my arms on the table and smiled as I realized how happy we were just to be together. So the fun began as we chatted and looked over our menus. Soon an overly tan waiter came to take our drink order and tell us what food was available. Because I work in a restaurant, I'm always very observant when I'm in that environment. The waiter was nice and helpful.. Bryana approved- check. The waiter left only to return in a few minutes. Brandon decided on a kids breakfast.. the silver five. Five silver dollar pancakes, eggs, and bacon. I want to be a kid again! Brittany and I agreed that we would share four strawberry pancakes. You know, I really should have asked myself if I was hungry before going to eat. Special occasion- make room. Chat, laugh, listen, repeat that was pretty much the order of events until the food arrived. The waiter was good.. he split the strawberry pancakes onto two plates. You know, I really don't remember the food because it didn't sit in front of me very long. That's usually an indicator that it was really good. Really any food outside the college cafeteria is still a treat. I pulled out the money that I just made and slid it in the little black folder with the check. Appreciating the service, I pulled a pen out of my purse too and wrote "Thank You Ryan" on the top of the check, hoping that was his name. After I wrote it I questioned myself aloud. Brittany and Brandon weren't sure either. Going with my gut feeling I closed the little book and awaited his return. The familiar face returned to the table and my eyes went straight to his name tag which read "Ricky". I soon realized that Brittany and Brandon noticed the same thing because they busted out in the laughter I held inside. My cheeks turned red. Ricky left the table and thanks goodness he didn't take the check with him. I grabbed the book as Brittany and Brandon continued to chuckle and tore off the top where I had written to Ryan. I rewrote "Thank You Ricky" at the bottom. In laughter we left, passed the security guard at the door once again, and drove away from the International House of Pancakes. One hilarious jam session to Kelly Clarkson's "Since You've Been Gone" got us home around 1:30. When I called it a night my abs still hurt from laughing.
Oh IHOP.....if you haven't been yet...you've gotta try it!
posted by You can call me Bry! at 1:27 PM
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Laughed out loud at the Ricky incident. I love you!
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