Sunday, June 7, 2009

I judged the food. The bartenders. The servers.. Amazing how, even as a guest at a wedding, the server in my never seems to leave..

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

I can't enjoy myself when I go out, like I really ever have the time anyway. I'm too busy studying the moves from my waiter/waitress, or the manager. Then I'm looking at all the crumbs on the floor or booth next to me. It goes on and on.

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