Bazooka?

Last night I went out with my best friend for dinner & drinks. We had a great time, though the restaurant was so packed (they told us there was a 3 hour wait!) that we stalked the people sitting at the pub tables in the bar. We ended up joining a couple who had just shared their table with another couple, and talked with them for a bit before they headed out for a movie. Then, of course, we owned the table. We invited a couple who had helped us get the bartender's attention while we were standing around to sit with us, which they did until their table was ready. Then another couple asked us if they could join us and we chatted with them for a minute before a spot opened up at the bar. Finally, our very gay waiter asked if we would mind if a couple of other women joined us and, all told, we had dinner and/or drinks with about 8 people last night. The two women, a couple of elementary school teachers, had dim sum and drinks while my friend and I did the same. We chatted with them for a bit, then we each went back to having our own conversations, then chatted with them some more. It was all very easy and casual, and interesting. It was fun! The waiter helped himself to a glass of red wine sitting on the table that one of the teachers apparently decided not to drink -- it was hilarious. One of the times he came by to take our order, having a seat with us, we told him what we wanted and told him to order a glass of wine for himself. His eyes lit up and he said, "really?" and then proceeded to order himself a glass. He kept coming by the table and sipping on his wine -- he was our pet for the night. My friend said the bartender was drinking, too. I thought it was pretty brazen in a place like that -- we're not talking about some hole in the wall!

Anyway, we had chicken potstickers, crab & cream cheese dumplings (OMG!), honey walnut prawns and Hong Kong style chow mein. Yum, YUM, YUM!! and yum. I only had 2 beers because I'd had three that afternoon at home and needed to be able to function. My friend didn't have to be as careful, so she started ordering up dirty martinis. We had a nice talk and really enjoyed ourselves. We never did get a table -- I think they called my name about an hour after we got there (not three), but we just blew them off and stayed in the bar. I figured the hostess deserved to get blown off since she was so rude and aloof when we came in. She seemed to take pleasure in telling us there would be a three hour wait, and gave us an obvious look of "whatever" when we decided to put our names on the list. I knew damned well it wasn't going to be 3 hours!

We went back to my friend's place and her fiance was there having a cocktail. It was nice hanging out until they got into some disagreements that they probably should have had in private (not that I don't know what that's like, but it was ironic because the husband and I had a moment like that in their presence the night before). The evening ended rather abruptly as I felt it was time for me to exit stage left. I need to give her a call and see how she's doing.

So, the reason for the title of this post is because on my way home, I was driving along a busy street around 1:15 a.m., and as I was approaching an intersection something caught my eye. It was a station wagon of some kind, painted camouflage, that had what I swear to God looked like a bazooka on its roof! Like a big frigging gun. I told the husband when I got home and he said he's seen it before around town, and he thinks it's made up to look like a tank. When he said that I thought he was probably right -- but why? It made me wonder about the person driving it. Was it a crazy 20-year old doing something nutty with a crap car to make it more fun to drive, or was there some camo-wearing militant inside driving around looking for people to shoot, even if only in his imagination? It was weird.

I stayed up for a bit and tried to watch some Tivo, but I passed out until the husband came in at 3:00 to finally hang it up. He had some boys over for a poker night last night and the house wasn't destroyed when I got home so I was happy. I was surprised all but one of them were gone by the time I got home at 1:30. I guess 2 guys took the lion's share of the pot and everyone called it a night. The husband said he was up about $300 at one point, but he lost it. He started out with $50 and came out $30 ahead, though, so at least he didn't lose his ass. The big winners went home with about $350 each.

We had breakfast burritos this morning from Adalberto's (#24s) -- great hangover/stayed up too late food. Now it's after 12 and I have yet to take a shower. The husband and I said we'd go to the gym later today after the playoff games are over, so if I'm gonna go shopping I'd better move my ass!