hot commodities.
my friend and i went to see the michael jackson movie on wednesday and beforehand we got dinner at california pizza kitchen. our waiter was this big greasy guy and was clearly flirting with us. my friend (blog nickname: jennifer goodbye) and i both noticed that the other waiters kept walking by our table and would stare at us. it was a total classic restaurant move – we would did it all the time at bennigans when someone had a hot guy at their table. all. the. time.
fast forward to the end of dinner and our waiter asked us what we were doing after dinner and then proceeded to ask us if we wanted to get drinks/watch the yankees game at fridays with some of the other waiters. he also wrote his phone number down on our receipt. he totally had it planned.
we had time to kill before the movie so we figured what the hell, might as well go for a free beer. we get to fridays and it wound up being just our waiter and another waiter who was also big and greasy. i wound up running into this guy i used to hook up with in college and was bsing with him for a good 10 minutes or so. always nice to see people from your past that you still get along with.
when i got back to the waiters, our waiter was talking to jg and his friend was trying to talk me up. he kept asking me to skip the movie and stay and watch the game. we bought our tickets a week ago – people who buy tickets in advance generally do not skip the movie. and then he bought me the large sized beer because he it would keep me at fridays longer. he was just super annoying. i wasn’t very nice to him. but thanks for the free beer – which i finished. (ps he was bragging that he knew everything about the old and new 90210. he wasn’t gay and doesn’t have sisters. i tested his knowledge and he knew more than i did. i think he was trying to impress me with that. it actually did the polar opposite.)
jg turned to me at one point and told me that our waiter just told her that he’s a professional wrestler. so i asked him if he had a wrestling name. now clearly i don’t know anything about wrestling, but i figured that if terry bollea can be hulk hogan, than our waiter must be called something. his wrestling name was baby hughie. (yes, it’s real – not a blog nickname.)
he proceeded to tell us that he wore a diaper and used a pacifier as part of his schtick. his friend pulled up a picture on his blackberry. this is what we saw:
(obvs i added the text.)
jg and i could barely make it out of fridays before we busted out laughing.
ending note: baby hughie gave jg his number. she clearly had no intention of calling him. ever. the other guy knew better than to give me his number. two days later he emailed jg at her work email. we have no idea how he found it. my dad thinks baby hughie got it from my friends credit card slip.
update: baby hughie some how found out jg’s work email address and emailed her that he really enjoyed meeting her and hoped they could hang out again. we don’t know how he got her work email address – we think he looked at her credit card slip and got her last name. she proceeded to see him a week later at fridays again, not on purpose. she pretended she didn’t know him.
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