I swear, my wife makes my days.
So Mandi and I had our late Valentine’s Day dinner tonight.
The whole time during dinner, there were these ‘boys’ (I’m gonna call them that because that’s exactly how they acted even if they were older) kept looking over at us. I kept mentioning it to Mandi, but she thought they were looking at this lady that was sitting in front of our table (and Mandi was also focused on the Olympics on the tv, so she wasn’t quite paying attention). We were waiting for our dessert to come when two of the boys came over to our table and offered to buy us drinks. Mandi and I looked over at each other and kind of laughed. I politely declined and said we were ok. They were a bit drunk and rambling about rejecting them on our table until I finally told them that we were together and married to get them to go away because I really wanted to eat my Banana Foster. They kind of caused a scene leaving us alone, definitely yelled the word ‘lesbians’ loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear, and it felt like the whole restaurant was staring at us.
It didn’t ruin our night or anything, but it would have been nice if that part didn’t happen.
Definitely not the first time somebody yelled ‘LESBIANS’ while Mandi and I were out on a date.
My Boo-Ghost Town Dj’s
Throw back! I use to skate to this as a little kid!