Yesterday was another eventful day...I had a work meeting at 4:00 that is usually short. However, last night's meeting was especially charged with some issues. It was like all the controversy got pushed into one meeting. After a longer meeting than anticipated, I left work around 5:45 and headed up to see Mom, Meema and the boys. They were both on the couch with their purses...so, this meant dinner out for the girls! Mom asked if it was okay to go out because she had been busy with house stuff all week and didn't make dinner. It was more than fine with me. Our destination...Philly Frank's Steaks in San Marcos. I was so excited because I have been craving one this week because I'd been hearing Ted Leitner talk about philly cheesesteaks (the Padres were in Philadelphia) and I haven't had one since I demolished (nothing left, not even one crumb of bread) one on my trip in February.
This trip to Philly Frank's did not disappoint...dinner was a mushroom and onion cheesesteak for me, regular cheesesteaks for Mom and Meema, onion rings and cheese fries to be completed with a Fat Tire Bomber (22 ounces) for Meema (trust me, there is a reason Meema has earned the moniker of Pace Car in my family), Springboard Ale (another New Belgium beer...their spring seasonal offering) for me and iced tea for Mom (she's not a beer fan). Dinner was great until Scott, the drunk came into the restaurant and started causing problems. The first oddity with Scott (found out his name later) was him walking in the door, loudly slamming a ratty paper bag with a large bottle of beer on a table and heading into the restroom (his shirt was half buttoned and his shorts were unzipped). After he came out, he went to the counter, slammed his soda can down and wanted Tina (the girl running the place) to open his bottle of beer. She told him that she couldn't do that for him...it's against the law to bring your own alcohol into certain establishments. He tried to argue with her...even pulling out a bottle from his pocket of more alcohol. He refused to leave her alone...she asked him to leave. He said he would, but not before he came over to our table (lucky us!) and tried to talk to us...he kept patting Meema on the arm and back asking her name. She finally told him (picture an 86 year old woman talking calmly, but firmly to a drunk) that he was interrupting our dinner and he needed to do what Tina asked and leave. He apologized and told her he meant no disrespect and started staggering around, but still not heading to the door. Then, another guy who works there tried to get him to leave in a calm manner...it then got a little uglier, when the other guy who works there came out...there became some shouting complete with expletives. Tina called the sheriff to come, but the guy finally left the area. After a little more time (and once our heart rates came back to a normal speed), we left. It was a scary situation for us to be in...in light of the current world and what happened at Extraordinary Desserts, it is difficult to know what someone like Scott is thinking. He could have had a gun or a knife or something that could hurt people...on the other side, the compassionate me felt bad for him. So, we headed home and I spent some time catching up with Mom and Oneder, who has become more of a spoiled brat since I've been gone...he demands to be brushed after my mom finished doing her own hair and will not leave her alone. He also gets moody if she is gone too long or their routine changes. He is quite the child, but we love him to death!
Now, it's almost the weekend...I get to leave an hour early because of the meeting yesterday! D and I are going to the monthly sportscard show today...I think the signer this month is Matt Wilhelm from the Chargers. Then, we are meeting some of D's coworkers at Monsoon (an Indian restaurant downtown) for a birthday dinner. No big plans for tomorrow...just some errands and cleaning up around home. Sunday, we are meeting Mom and Meema for breakfast and then helping with the car...Meema has had issues with her eyes over the last 18 months that have eliminated the possibility of her driving anymore. So, now, she wants to sell her car...we think it needs a new battery, but D is going to check it first. Then, I have to make something for a work brunch on Monday and salsa for D to take to his work's Cinco De Mayo party. It should be a good weekend...hope everyone has a great one!
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