From the Why Me Files: Cinco de Mayo Edition

No, I don't speak a lick of spanish. No, I don't actually know the meaning of Cinco de Mayo and neither do many of you bougie-boos . BUT I did want a strawberry margarita yesterday and I was pretty determined to get one with the help of him. So after bouncing around a few restaurants looking for one without so many of you people drankin and yappin' it up , we settled at Copper Canyon in hopes of a margarita and good conversation at the very least. And since of course my life is a reality show waiting to happen...we got much more...

Let's start with the table. Sitting on the patio was mandatory. It was too nice outside last night to sit inside a restaurant. Plus, I think sitting outside makes things a little more relaxed. BUT our table was next to the fireplace and for a few seconds I thought for sure that I was going to break out in my own personal summer. Eventually I stopped noticing it though.

Now about our waiter, Duncan. Duncan was well educated (Princeton Alum) and well-spoken, his and he was from Memphis. Duncan even wrote in small letters (which according to him, is a sign of intelligence-whereas lisps and big arse letters are not). Everything was fine with Duncan in the beginning, well except that he was "comfortable" enough with us to curse when talking (side-eyeing you Duncan). But then Duncan comes over to the table, not to check on us, but to inform us that he's trying to interfere with this before it happens, but that if an order of kid's chicken tenders gets delivered to our table to accept it and pretend that its ours-cuz he's got to eat dinner too. UMMM...did this ninja just order his dinner to our table? Seriously? He's wayyy to comfortable over here.

Then there's the guy in the wheelchair/power chair thing. We were sitting on a patio in downtown Silver Spring so offf course people were walking/rolling by. Then comes this brotha...with a cash money bandana, sunglasses (it was 10PM), and a velour track suit. I really paid him no mind as I figured he was just passing through until he started slow creepin, stopped, and then reversed all near our table. And kept inching forward...and then backward...and then forward again. Now he's in disbelief too. Is this guy really getting close to our table. Is he going to approach or just stare? None of the above actually. He preceded to move down a few tables and park himself to watch two young ladies make kissyface. Insert my confused face here.

So there were a few funny moments of the night. Even when a fellow Duke Alum/old co-worker who I dislike and who actively dislikes me (obvi) walked by still sporting a scowl similar to Kobe, which I guess happens when your life is hers...we made eye contact though her eyes darted to the ground quicker than a h* in church. Some things never change!

And this was just the first adventure with him...wonder what comes next?