Tuesday, March 10

Cafe Babylon

A friend invited me to a Stitch & Bitch. Let us remember the last time I picked up knitting needles they ended up in the wall of the Idaho mobe. Refresh your memory here. Now, add French. For obvious reasons I am enjoying the wireless internet, while casually casting evil eyes at the talent surrounding the table. For all they know I have bad eye sight and need to squint....with daggers. (Sinister laugh followed by an honest sad sigh.)

The top of my tights are digging into my ample mid section creating unusual rolls both on top of the elastic and below. I am one sexy kitten. Meow! Gag! Casually I tucked my tummy under the table. My thoughts drift to accidentally breaking my P90X cd's. I know it hasn't been very long and I am not 100% consistent (90% is close), but I honestly thought I would see some improvement.

I am attempting to speak in French tonight. (A chorus of crickets have started chirping at my end of the table.) The waiter played along with my unforgiving French. I thought (key word) I ordered a glass of white wine and a Pellegrino. Tipping the tray upon his arrival I had a healthy serving of vodka on ice and a glass of vin blanc (white wine), a Pellegrino and a bottle of wine. Hummmm.... maybe I shouldn't order in French, ever again!

After getting over that ridiculous error and my cheeks started to return to their natural color. We held our glasses to celebrate our gathering, three people said sante' and one said "salud". I sunk lower into my chair. A nervous giggle (in English...hee hee) squeaked through my trembling lips.

I really wanted to order a dessert, but refrained. I would most likely end up with a medium rare steak.

The exposed brick walls adorned with local art, the cabinet filled with novels, the wood floors historical to sight and the miss match chairs filled me with French delight...

The waiter caught my eyes and an encouraging smile crossed his face.

8 comments:

Chaka said...

As a kid I was in France with my teenage sister. She knew some French but it was only High School level. We couldn't get anyone to talk to us for directions since her French was so poor. Finally some punk rockers took pity on us and helped us. Sorry for rambling, but you brought back some French memories.

Jill said...

The drink mishap is too funny (at least from where I sit). It's great that you're out there mingling and doing your best.

Jen said...

i love that you are getting out there. i likely would have curled up at home! :) that story with the drinks cracked me up- only because i've had similar disasters in ordering in foreign languages...
thank heavens for wait staff who are sympathetic to our plights. :)

Jules said...

Too hilarious!! I get in trouble with drinks too. The sad thing is that it's all in english!!!!
Hope you had a good time!

Take care!! ;0)

Sotorrific Twins said...

I hope the bottle of wine was a good one at least!! :)

Debbie said...

I just get so much pleasure out of hearing about your life!

Angie said...

Ha! You're funny!

I just wanted to stop by and say thank you for entering my giveaway and wish you luck!

Bee and Rose said...

Tucked your tummy under the table...giggle giggle (in french of course...)

I love Stitch and Bitch! I still can't stitch worth a darn, but I want to learn!