Captain's Log: Standardboringdate 7282006CE

[evilhippo]

Today was defined by a seven-hour stretch of car-riding. At least I got the front seat this time. So yes, I am free from Kentucky. At home now, where my house is approximately the same temperature as it is outside, and there are fewer reasons for me to sit outside and get more sunburnt. Somehow, by virtue of the fact that both my mom and sister actually liked Illinoise, I was put in charge of the music on the way home. So I got to play around with my sister's fm transmitter, and subjected both of them to a litany of things they'd never heard of before. I was only booed off the stage once (for Bananaphone, because I told my sister I could subject them to some really bad stuff).

As always, though, the longest section of the story will be the most recent of my adventures. We got back at seven and were starving, but my sister wasn't feeling well, so my mom and I set out to find food. We decided fish was a good idea, so we headed up to Youngstown, but everywhere was crowded or closed, so we ended up at this Chinese place in the next town up that she'd been to for lunch once and said wasn't bad. And it wasn't bad. But the waiter? Flirty. He was probably nearing his thirties. I have no idea what's with guys sometimes. How do they flirt with me when I'm out with my mother? I swear, isn't that supposed to like, be the single most uncool thing you can do? I was hanging out with my mom on a Friday night... and the waiter is flirting with me. This is kind of like the guy at Giant Eagle who was talking to me about Naruto and flirting with me... in front of my mom (thank goodness for the checkout girl). Though, at least this waiter was lacking in a lot of the creepiness I was used to. He was actually kind of cute, in a sort-of-shy-at-first way. Somehow I must've flustered him. Maybe I have some kind of mystical powers. I bet if I could bottle them and sell them, I could make a fortune. And then I wouldn't have them anymore, and the world would be a much safer place for me. At least he wasn't out-and-out flirting with me, though. He was just... paying too much attention. Then before we left stood around and talked to us until someone who must've been his mom yelled at him in Chinese. Then we left and my mom laughed at me.

New thing people need to know about my dislikes (which has been on my mind, not just because of the poor waiter): In addition to not liking fluffy towels, I also rather much dislike being flirted with. It's not fun until I know how the other person takes things, anyway. And flirting too soon just makes me unhappy with whoever's doing the flirting. The end.

Comments

[jabberwockeyes.livejournal.com]

Yay bananaphone song!