Last night I went out for dinner… with a bunch of people I don’t usually hang out with. They were from my church and they were all much younger than my ripe old age of 27 – but haha I had a really good time chatting, gossiping and partaking in the endless mockery.
For some reason (I forget), I found myself talking to the manager. It turned into a long silly banter, and in the end, we made a deal that if I made my group sing the theme song to The Smurfs, he would get one of his waitstaff (the one who looked like Michael Hutchence) to do a strip dance for the birthday girl. Ha!
I walked away from the conversation shaking my head, thinking
“I will surely be struck down by lightning for this…”