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Alexandria Marie M, 8, America, with her first camera. |
Have you ever dined in a nice quiet, semi upscale restaurant, planning on enjoying a quiet dinner, when along comes a complete jerk, partially drunk, loud, rude, obnoxious, and just a plain idiot. Yes you say, well then, you will be able to appreciate this little story. Each year around this time I join a friend I grew up with, probably the only friend I have, out in Palm Desert at the Chop House restaurant for dinner. This occurrence is not a notable piece of history, but more a tradition since my friend Dave moved out of state a number of years ago. As it is he makes this sojourn out to the desert, joins others in a golf tournament, thus spending both Saturday and Sunday swinging the clubs and dreaming of taking Tiger Woods on. Truth is I think the way Tiger has been screwing up even the worst player in the group would win. As part of this tradition at the end of the Saturday round of golf my buddy Dave invites me to join the clan for a dinner, always good and always enjoyable, except for this year. As usual I arrived late, found the table and discovered a new face at the table, yet another Dave. Of course the regulars were there Dave C (my friend), Matt (worth at least $10.00 per game for throwing clubs) and an old acquaintance Scott, and this new kid on the block, Dave. Fresh out the gate we had to do the Junior High school, Ghetto, Rap Star knuckle bump with our new guest, Dave. Shortly thereafter I learned our new guest had just gotten a hall pass from his wife allowing him to go out and play with the big boys, and boy was he excited. So much so that he immediately started chatting with the folks to the side of us at another table about tattoos, his new found freedom and the booze he was about to flush down his throat. But before we go any further rest assured he had been drinking before I arrived. Now to add simplicity to this story I have decided to change our new guest name to DA, I will let your imagination work on those two letters. So anyway DA starts off at the table with a standard drink of something, only to add fuel to the fire by ordering this treat called a Jager Bomb, a mix of Jagermeister and Red Bull. If this was not bad enough this DA decided to follow up during dinner with another jewel called the Lunch Box, a combination of Southern Comfort Whiskey, Beer, Amaretto and orange Juice, all in a 16 ounce glass. He chugged that one as well. Ok, so by now you probably have the picture, this clown is tanked, rude, obnoxious, becoming foul mouthed and even argumentative that he knows no one in this restaurant, does not care, and the nice part is he will never see them again. Forget the patrons desiring a nice pleasant dinner, forget dinner runs around $150.00 for two and the asinine entertainment is free, forget maturity and respect, this ass had a hall pass from momma, a document better than a real birth certificate from Hawaii. As you can guess I had had my fill of this buffoon in no time, and my dear friend Dave was becoming embarrassed, and even my ole buddy Matt of which has been known to get a tiny bit out of hand (but nothing like this) was showing dissatisfaction that this idiot was sitting with us. But sadly enough the check did not come soon enough as the moron ordered yet another drink, something call a B & B consisting of Brandy and Benedictine (sounds like something I haul as hazardous waste). By the time the check arrived we had easily ruined at least two special dinners, and intruded on yet others, and I am sure by the stares we received on the way out there was more. Ok, so you ask why did I write about this, simple I learned many years ago, staring at a propane heater, sloshed on Cognac that drinking beyond reality is never forgotten. Fortunately I was mild mannered, the place was a loud nightclub and my favorite waitress cared enough about me to stop serving me. Also one should never say never, as this clown claimed to be some high profile businessman in the trade of Faux something or another one never knows who you might have offended, possibly your next big client. As for me, well he’s right about never seeing me again, as I will not join any table where this DA might be. If anything I believe he truly owes the Chop House, Dave, Matt, Scott and I a sincere apology for the embarrassment he imposed upon our table. As for Dave, Matt, Scott and I, dinner will be had again, and as always, at The Chop House, but next time at a quite table. Am I against drinking and having fun? Absolutely not, but moderation and respect based on the environment you are in is important. Oh yea, the food was excellent as always, and I strongly recommend you try the Chop House when in Palm Desert, just make sure DA is not dining that night. Thanks Dave. |
| David m milligan FOR PRESIDENT 2012 |
