Saturday, November 3, 2007
I'm at the Red Lobster on 202. I'm sitting on the end of one of those tall tables in the bar area which require a stool instead of a chair. I'm as close as you can be to the host stand and waiting area, while actually being seating in the restaurant being served. There's a short railing behind me separating those who have not yet been seated. Karl and Cathy are at the table to my left side, and dad and mom are sitting on the side to my right. I just asked the waitress what beer was on tap, and was hit with a barrage of boring choices and said I'd pass. In a minute, I'll opt for a 'Lobsterita' - a fine fitting birthday celebration dinner drink.