A Date at the Texas Roadhouse

I worked hard today and played the martyr by not taking a lunch. Of course, it's MY fault...I exercised my fantastic managerial skills and "managed" to let nearly everyone go to lunch at the same time or home early for the day. Whoops!

Grandpa J, being the nice guy that he is, took me to dinner. I was starved! We went to HIS (but I like it too) favorite place, the Texas Roadhouse.

When we arrived, the place was already crowded. That's the first hint this place is good! So, we plowed through people, lots of 'em, to get a number. I really do hate crowds and this place is a crowd! You know the type of crowd I'm talking about. You stand shoulder to shoulder, body to body and hip to hip with weird people intruding in your personal space. You wonder what kind of cooties you're picking up and whether you need to stop by Walgreens and buy a bottle of Rid on the way home. A couple of times I mentioned to Grandpa J that I sure hoped he was the one feeling my leg, but being as deaf as he is and the place being as noisy as it was, he never answered me. Who knows?

We finally got a seat in what I call the "peanut waiting room." That's where you squeeze between all manner of characters and sit on benches and eat peanuts waiting for your number. I like to observe all the people "being connected." Everybody is sitting there, passing the time away looking at their cell phones, talking on their cell phones, playing games and whatever else they do on cell phones. So, I have to be part of 'em too. I WHIP out my phone and catch up on all my favorite blogs. Grandpa J plays his favorite game on his phone and so we sit there for an hour playing on our phones and not saying one word to each other. Wow! Now there's a great date! I secretly wonder if I'm addicted. I tried several times to put my phone back in my pocket. But, you know, it kept creeping out every time I put it back. I couldn't quit looking at it! I suppose that's a story for some other time!

Once they sit us at the table, we YELL at each other 'cause we can't hear anything through the noise. But, that's okay, it's all part of the atmosphere. Since I was starved, I snarfed two rolls, downed a diet Coke and ate all of my salad within three minutes. By the time they brought my steak, I was ready to POP, so I asked for a box and I thought I'd have to ROLL home. I told Grandpa J it would be fun and show our sense of humor to stuff our coats in our shirts and then take a picture to put on my blog. That would get the idea over that we were stuffed! He said no. I dropped it and didn't ask twice. SOME PARTY POOPER HE IS! Sooooo, you get to see just regular pictures.

The Hot Rolls, Green Salad and Diet Coke I Ate in a Hurry


Can't Even Take a Picture of the Both of Us on a Date