Month: March 2000

After the Shaggy Rogers Project

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After the Shaggy Rogers Project concert last night, nine of us headed to Denny’s (the only place open at 2:30 a.m.) to take care of our hunger. I arrived first — the place was packed! Usually this time it’s quieted down, but not last night for some reason. The manager was there to take my request for a table of nine. I could tell that he was tired and a little frustrated. He told me it would probably take around twenty minutes for a table and that they were short on kitchen staff so it could be a slow process in all.

The rest of the crowd arrived not too much later, and amazingly our table was ready in about five minutes. The place was sill packed, and more people kept coming in. This is crazy, we thought. We’re not getting out of here till at least 5:30, if we get our food by then! From that point on, the whole night was mystical:

After five minutes of us looking at our menus and chatting, the waitress came by and took our orders. Five minutes later, drinks came around. Maybe seven or eight minutes later, food! It was amazing!

Maybe the manager lied. Maybe there was a huge corps of cooks in the kitchen and he just wanted to lower our expectations. Maybe all the other customers got ignored because we were special. It was truly the best service experience I’ve had at that place. Needless to say, we left a healthy tip for the waitress — the same waitress we had problems with last time we were there.

Last night I went to

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Last night I went to (besides the billiards hall) PJ’s Pancake House in Princeton. Six years ago, they had very descriptive foods on the menu, such as “Delicious Banana Pancakes.” Last night the menu said only “Banana Pancakes.” I asked the waitress if they were still delicious and maybe the menu was just being modest… she said they’re not delicious. She then said she was kidding, but after eating some I determined she was actually right. Ugggh. I guess that’s what happens when a place is burned down and is built back up… twice.

(Doobie used to say those banana pancakes should be called “Fucking Delicious” in the menu. Sad, sad times, these.)

Argh. So the classic rock

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Argh. So the classic rock station I listen to, Q104.3, is having a contest to give away tickets to the Roger Waters concert in New York. I’ve been faxing them all day and they’ve been ignoring me. Finally, I get home and send one more fax just to stir it up:

I need these! I need this tickets! I would sell my body for them if I thought there were buyers!!! I will do anything!!

Well, Jonathan Clarke read the fax over the radio, but still didn’t give me the tickets.. said I had to be the 25th caller… which of course is impossible. Well I’m going to keep trying. It would be great if I could go to this concert without paying for the tickets…

I had a dream early

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I had a dream early this morning that I was on a date, only I think we were in a college dining hall (how romantic, I know). It wasn’t very eventful, but she was a nice girl. Part of my dream took place on a bus, and my date and I were sitting in different seats. I was unhappy because even though she was really nice, she didn’t seem too interested in me.

Later on in the dream, I was suddenly in my last super-senior year at the University of Delaware, but instead of living off-campus, I was back on campus at the Ray Street dorms. The dorms were bigger than they were in real life — they were more like large apartments with lots of bedrooms. It was move-in time, and I was the next to last person of five or six to move into our dorm room. I was unsatisfied because I ended up having to take a double bedroom instead of getting my own since I checked in too late. I felt that since I was a senior — a super-senior even — I should get the nicest single bedroom. Oh well.