Jess and her new guy, Cory, came for the weekend and we had a great time, although it was so hot they went out and bought an extra fan so they could get more sleep at night. On the plus side (besides the obvious greatness of seeing Jess again) we found two nummy new places to eat: sushi in Chinatown at Ginza and breakfast (french toast stuffed with pears and goat cheese! asparagus and tomato eggs benedict!) in Somerville at soundbites.
The previous weekend we went camping with Bill's parents and siblings for Dean and Agnes' 30th anniversary. I can't believe we have never been camping together. We've always meant to, but most of our time together has been on the East Coast and the camping out here seems kind of eh. This trip we escaped the heat on the coast in N. California, at Patricks Point, where they used to go camping as kids. It was lovely and foggy and cool.
Right before camping, Grace and Jason cam out to visit. They must bring out the mean streak in us:
We went to grab a couple of drinks and play darts at a local pub. We were having a good time, hanging out and quite often missing the board entirely, more out of suckiness than drunkeness, when about halfway through our game a chick came by, called next game, and put what looked like a less-than symbol on the board. Bill and Jason missed it, but Grace and I saw her. The game dragged on due to our complete lack of skill, and a while later, she came by and asked huffily, "Is this still the same game?" and getting nods from us continued, "You can play doubles, you know."
Whoa. Nice attitude, but whatever. Eventually I eeked out a total luck win by a very narrow margin, and Bill took the darts back to the bar. She saw us clearing out, and came over to ask if we were done. We said yes and she rolled her eyes. "Finally. Where are the darts?!" She was pissed that Bill had taken them back to the bar, since he didn't realize she was waiting. "I had next game. My name was on the board." in the nastiest voice possible.
"That's funny, I didn't see where it said bitch." I had meant this to be sotto voice for Grace only, but it must have come out in drunk voice because she whipped around, “What did you say?”
Being total wusses, Grace and I hightailed it out of there, but as Jason was in the bathroom, we had to settle for the next room over rather than out of the bar entirely. Meanwhile, Bill went over and wrote SUX under her less-than symbol before following us into the next room. Being the feisty little bar fly she was, she came after us, demanding to know why he wrote that. In typical Bill-fashion, he gave a nonsensical answer about hating the number 7 and when she said it was an L, not a 7, he just said that made it worse because it was a backwards seven. There may have been something about the devil in there too, I don’t remember.
Then it got weird:
“This is a friendly bar. We like friendly people. You guys are the meanest people I’ve ever met.”*
“Well you weren’t very nice to us.”**
“You know, you guys should be careful, because you never know who works here.”
“Do you work here?”
“Uh, no, but you should be careful, because you never know who does.”***
*Empasis added. Wow, meanest ever? We felt like we should get t-shirts to commemorate the occasion. Although to be fair, she might not quite have a grasp on mean, since friendly apparently means as huffy as possible.
**Grace swears she said this out loud, because her heart started racing right after, but none of us heard it, and I’m pretty sure she just said it in her head.
***Somehow, I think being banned from a bar is much more devastating in her mind than it is in ours.
