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Mar. 9th, 2007
When Brian and I were at the store today we discussed making chili, but by the time we got home Brian was too hungry to wait for chili to cook and I was too tired to go out to eat. So we curled up to take a nap, and woke up around eight.
My mother had put fifty dollars in my account with the statement, "Happy birthday. Go out to eat."
So we did. We headed out to Buca di Beppo with the intent of satiating my alfredo craving. We found the restaurant and saw, oh crap, what looked like a huge line standing outside the restaurant. We approached, and I was unsure from the way the people seemed to be interacting as to whether this was a line of strangers or whether it was just one group. They said that, yes, this was the wait line, but we went in to drop our names anyway.
On the way in, I noticed that one girl was wearing a cloak. Another guy was wearing a Dawn of the Dead T-shirt. Another girl was wearing a hoodie with cat ears on it. I had to toss some compliments for these highly-awesome things as we passed, and upon hearing that there was a wait of about thirty minutes I told Brian I wanted to stand outside and wait with those people because I smelled roleplayers.
We got out there and stood with the eight of them, eventually introducing ourselves. We spent the rest of the time making off-color jokes about child labor and sharing nerd references. We also learned a little about each others' fields and they invited us to come eat with them. Apparently three of the people in their party had not shown up, and so there really wouldn't be any change of plans for them. It seemed some people in the party had just met one another in real life for the first time, so perhaps the introduction of random strangers wasn't too jarring.
One of the girls was getting hungry enough that it was used as an excuse to go light a fire under the collective ass of the Buca di Beppo staff. Sure enough they found us a table and we ate with the whole pack of geeks. Eric told us then that he'd invited us to come eat with them because he could "smell dice on us." I was mightily entertained by this, since this is more or less the reasoning I'd given Brian for wanting to go stand outside and wait for our table with the strange stair-loitering flock.
I tore up a placemat and gave as many people as I could little makeshift business cards. By "makeshift business cards" I mean torn squares of paper with my name and AIM handle written on them in crayon. But I digress.
Most striking was just how welcoming and generous they were. I mean, I understand that at a family restaurant it's expected that you'll share food, but people were dividing up individual portions to share with the others. Tony did this with his cake, and ended up giving me some as well.
Turns out they were all planning to go see 300, and they invited us to come with them. We agreed, and if there were tickets at the theater we were planning to follow them to the theater after dinner. We weren't able to get hold of the theater to buy tickets over Kat's cell phone, but we did try. Due to various credit card complications over a party of ten on several different checks when we were pressed for time, Eric paid for our dinner on his card. The $35 plus our portion of the tip rounded off to $40, so I was just going to hit an ATM to pay him back.
We got to the theater, and sure enough they were sold out. We were all rather dismayed, and most disturbing to Brian and me was the fact that there was no ATM nearby. I think Brian and I were both planning to go to an ATM elsewhere and come back after the movie was over to pay Eric back. he told Brian, with that unfailing sage manner of his, "No, don't worry about it. We'll meet again. It's inevitable."
So, unable to continue the evening of random social shenanigans any further, I got contact information from as many of them as I could. I intend to drop them an email and invite them to a potential birthday party after Spring Break is over.
Total fucking providence. As far as I'm concerned, this is my birthday present. For my birthday God gave me nerds.
My mother had put fifty dollars in my account with the statement, "Happy birthday. Go out to eat."
So we did. We headed out to Buca di Beppo with the intent of satiating my alfredo craving. We found the restaurant and saw, oh crap, what looked like a huge line standing outside the restaurant. We approached, and I was unsure from the way the people seemed to be interacting as to whether this was a line of strangers or whether it was just one group. They said that, yes, this was the wait line, but we went in to drop our names anyway.
On the way in, I noticed that one girl was wearing a cloak. Another guy was wearing a Dawn of the Dead T-shirt. Another girl was wearing a hoodie with cat ears on it. I had to toss some compliments for these highly-awesome things as we passed, and upon hearing that there was a wait of about thirty minutes I told Brian I wanted to stand outside and wait with those people because I smelled roleplayers.
We got out there and stood with the eight of them, eventually introducing ourselves. We spent the rest of the time making off-color jokes about child labor and sharing nerd references. We also learned a little about each others' fields and they invited us to come eat with them. Apparently three of the people in their party had not shown up, and so there really wouldn't be any change of plans for them. It seemed some people in the party had just met one another in real life for the first time, so perhaps the introduction of random strangers wasn't too jarring.
One of the girls was getting hungry enough that it was used as an excuse to go light a fire under the collective ass of the Buca di Beppo staff. Sure enough they found us a table and we ate with the whole pack of geeks. Eric told us then that he'd invited us to come eat with them because he could "smell dice on us." I was mightily entertained by this, since this is more or less the reasoning I'd given Brian for wanting to go stand outside and wait for our table with the strange stair-loitering flock.
I tore up a placemat and gave as many people as I could little makeshift business cards. By "makeshift business cards" I mean torn squares of paper with my name and AIM handle written on them in crayon. But I digress.
Most striking was just how welcoming and generous they were. I mean, I understand that at a family restaurant it's expected that you'll share food, but people were dividing up individual portions to share with the others. Tony did this with his cake, and ended up giving me some as well.
Turns out they were all planning to go see 300, and they invited us to come with them. We agreed, and if there were tickets at the theater we were planning to follow them to the theater after dinner. We weren't able to get hold of the theater to buy tickets over Kat's cell phone, but we did try. Due to various credit card complications over a party of ten on several different checks when we were pressed for time, Eric paid for our dinner on his card. The $35 plus our portion of the tip rounded off to $40, so I was just going to hit an ATM to pay him back.
We got to the theater, and sure enough they were sold out. We were all rather dismayed, and most disturbing to Brian and me was the fact that there was no ATM nearby. I think Brian and I were both planning to go to an ATM elsewhere and come back after the movie was over to pay Eric back. he told Brian, with that unfailing sage manner of his, "No, don't worry about it. We'll meet again. It's inevitable."
So, unable to continue the evening of random social shenanigans any further, I got contact information from as many of them as I could. I intend to drop them an email and invite them to a potential birthday party after Spring Break is over.
Total fucking providence. As far as I'm concerned, this is my birthday present. For my birthday God gave me nerds.
When Brian and I were at the store today we discussed making chili, but by the time we got home Brian was too hungry to wait for chili to cook and I was too tired to go out to eat. So we curled up to take a nap, and woke up around eight.
My mother had put fifty dollars in my account with the statement, "Happy birthday. Go out to eat."
So we did. We headed out to Buca di Beppo with the intent of satiating my alfredo craving. We found the restaurant and saw, oh crap, what looked like a huge line standing outside the restaurant. We approached, and I was unsure from the way the people seemed to be interacting as to whether this was a line of strangers or whether it was just one group. They said that, yes, this was the wait line, but we went in to drop our names anyway.
On the way in, I noticed that one girl was wearing a cloak. Another guy was wearing a Dawn of the Dead T-shirt. Another girl was wearing a hoodie with cat ears on it. I had to toss some compliments for these highly-awesome things as we passed, and upon hearing that there was a wait of about thirty minutes I told Brian I wanted to stand outside and wait with those people because I smelled roleplayers.
We got out there and stood with the eight of them, eventually introducing ourselves. We spent the rest of the time making off-color jokes about child labor and sharing nerd references. We also learned a little about each others' fields and they invited us to come eat with them. Apparently three of the people in their party had not shown up, and so there really wouldn't be any change of plans for them. It seemed some people in the party had just met one another in real life for the first time, so perhaps the introduction of random strangers wasn't too jarring.
One of the girls was getting hungry enough that it was used as an excuse to go light a fire under the collective ass of the Buca di Beppo staff. Sure enough they found us a table and we ate with the whole pack of geeks. Eric told us then that he'd invited us to come eat with them because he could "smell dice on us." I was mightily entertained by this, since this is more or less the reasoning I'd given Brian for wanting to go stand outside and wait for our table with the strange stair-loitering flock.
I tore up a placemat and gave as many people as I could little makeshift business cards. By "makeshift business cards" I mean torn squares of paper with my name and AIM handle written on them in crayon. But I digress.
Most striking was just how welcoming and generous they were. I mean, I understand that at a family restaurant it's expected that you'll share food, but people were dividing up individual portions to share with the others. Tony did this with his cake, and ended up giving me some as well.
Turns out they were all planning to go see 300, and they invited us to come with them. We agreed, and if there were tickets at the theater we were planning to follow them to the theater after dinner. We weren't able to get hold of the theater to buy tickets over Kat's cell phone, but we did try. Due to various credit card complications over a party of ten on several different checks when we were pressed for time, Eric paid for our dinner on his card. The $35 plus our portion of the tip rounded off to $40, so I was just going to hit an ATM to pay him back.
We got to the theater, and sure enough they were sold out. We were all rather dismayed, and most disturbing to Brian and me was the fact that there was no ATM nearby. I think Brian and I were both planning to go to an ATM elsewhere and come back after the movie was over to pay Eric back. he told Brian, with that unfailing sage manner of his, "No, don't worry about it. We'll meet again. It's inevitable."
So, unable to continue the evening of random social shenanigans any further, I got contact information from as many of them as I could. I intend to drop them an email and invite them to a potential birthday party after Spring Break is over.
Total fucking providence. As far as I'm concerned, this is my birthday present. For my birthday God gave me nerds.
My mother had put fifty dollars in my account with the statement, "Happy birthday. Go out to eat."
So we did. We headed out to Buca di Beppo with the intent of satiating my alfredo craving. We found the restaurant and saw, oh crap, what looked like a huge line standing outside the restaurant. We approached, and I was unsure from the way the people seemed to be interacting as to whether this was a line of strangers or whether it was just one group. They said that, yes, this was the wait line, but we went in to drop our names anyway.
On the way in, I noticed that one girl was wearing a cloak. Another guy was wearing a Dawn of the Dead T-shirt. Another girl was wearing a hoodie with cat ears on it. I had to toss some compliments for these highly-awesome things as we passed, and upon hearing that there was a wait of about thirty minutes I told Brian I wanted to stand outside and wait with those people because I smelled roleplayers.
We got out there and stood with the eight of them, eventually introducing ourselves. We spent the rest of the time making off-color jokes about child labor and sharing nerd references. We also learned a little about each others' fields and they invited us to come eat with them. Apparently three of the people in their party had not shown up, and so there really wouldn't be any change of plans for them. It seemed some people in the party had just met one another in real life for the first time, so perhaps the introduction of random strangers wasn't too jarring.
One of the girls was getting hungry enough that it was used as an excuse to go light a fire under the collective ass of the Buca di Beppo staff. Sure enough they found us a table and we ate with the whole pack of geeks. Eric told us then that he'd invited us to come eat with them because he could "smell dice on us." I was mightily entertained by this, since this is more or less the reasoning I'd given Brian for wanting to go stand outside and wait for our table with the strange stair-loitering flock.
I tore up a placemat and gave as many people as I could little makeshift business cards. By "makeshift business cards" I mean torn squares of paper with my name and AIM handle written on them in crayon. But I digress.
Most striking was just how welcoming and generous they were. I mean, I understand that at a family restaurant it's expected that you'll share food, but people were dividing up individual portions to share with the others. Tony did this with his cake, and ended up giving me some as well.
Turns out they were all planning to go see 300, and they invited us to come with them. We agreed, and if there were tickets at the theater we were planning to follow them to the theater after dinner. We weren't able to get hold of the theater to buy tickets over Kat's cell phone, but we did try. Due to various credit card complications over a party of ten on several different checks when we were pressed for time, Eric paid for our dinner on his card. The $35 plus our portion of the tip rounded off to $40, so I was just going to hit an ATM to pay him back.
We got to the theater, and sure enough they were sold out. We were all rather dismayed, and most disturbing to Brian and me was the fact that there was no ATM nearby. I think Brian and I were both planning to go to an ATM elsewhere and come back after the movie was over to pay Eric back. he told Brian, with that unfailing sage manner of his, "No, don't worry about it. We'll meet again. It's inevitable."
So, unable to continue the evening of random social shenanigans any further, I got contact information from as many of them as I could. I intend to drop them an email and invite them to a potential birthday party after Spring Break is over.
Total fucking providence. As far as I'm concerned, this is my birthday present. For my birthday God gave me nerds.
When Brian and I were at the store today we discussed making chili, but by the time we got home Brian was too hungry to wait for chili to cook and I was too tired to go out to eat. So we curled up to take a nap, and woke up around eight.
My mother had put fifty dollars in my account with the statement, "Happy birthday. Go out to eat."
So we did. We headed out to Buca di Beppo with the intent of satiating my alfredo craving. We found the restaurant and saw, oh crap, what looked like a huge line standing outside the restaurant. We approached, and I was unsure from the way the people seemed to be interacting as to whether this was a line of strangers or whether it was just one group. They said that, yes, this was the wait line, but we went in to drop our names anyway.
On the way in, I noticed that one girl was wearing a cloak. Another guy was wearing a Dawn of the Dead T-shirt. Another girl was wearing a hoodie with cat ears on it. I had to toss some compliments for these highly-awesome things as we passed, and upon hearing that there was a wait of about thirty minutes I told Brian I wanted to stand outside and wait with those people because I smelled roleplayers.
We got out there and stood with the eight of them, eventually introducing ourselves. We spent the rest of the time making off-color jokes about child labor and sharing nerd references. We also learned a little about each others' fields and they invited us to come eat with them. Apparently three of the people in their party had not shown up, and so there really wouldn't be any change of plans for them. It seemed some people in the party had just met one another in real life for the first time, so perhaps the introduction of random strangers wasn't too jarring.
One of the girls was getting hungry enough that it was used as an excuse to go light a fire under the collective ass of the Buca di Beppo staff. Sure enough they found us a table and we ate with the whole pack of geeks. Eric told us then that he'd invited us to come eat with them because he could "smell dice on us." I was mightily entertained by this, since this is more or less the reasoning I'd given Brian for wanting to go stand outside and wait for our table with the strange stair-loitering flock.
I tore up a placemat and gave as many people as I could little makeshift business cards. By "makeshift business cards" I mean torn squares of paper with my name and AIM handle written on them in crayon. But I digress.
Most striking was just how welcoming and generous they were. I mean, I understand that at a family restaurant it's expected that you'll share food, but people were dividing up individual portions to share with the others. Tony did this with his cake, and ended up giving me some as well.
Turns out they were all planning to go see 300, and they invited us to come with them. We agreed, and if there were tickets at the theater we were planning to follow them to the theater after dinner. We weren't able to get hold of the theater to buy tickets over Kat's cell phone, but we did try. Due to various credit card complications over a party of ten on several different checks when we were pressed for time, Eric paid for our dinner on his card. The $35 plus our portion of the tip rounded off to $40, so I was just going to hit an ATM to pay him back.
We got to the theater, and sure enough they were sold out. We were all rather dismayed, and most disturbing to Brian and me was the fact that there was no ATM nearby. I think Brian and I were both planning to go to an ATM elsewhere and come back after the movie was over to pay Eric back. he told Brian, with that unfailing sage manner of his, "No, don't worry about it. We'll meet again. It's inevitable."
So, unable to continue the evening of random social shenanigans any further, I got contact information from as many of them as I could. I intend to drop them an email and invite them to a potential birthday party after Spring Break is over.
Total fucking providence. As far as I'm concerned, this is my birthday present. For my birthday God gave me nerds.
My mother had put fifty dollars in my account with the statement, "Happy birthday. Go out to eat."
So we did. We headed out to Buca di Beppo with the intent of satiating my alfredo craving. We found the restaurant and saw, oh crap, what looked like a huge line standing outside the restaurant. We approached, and I was unsure from the way the people seemed to be interacting as to whether this was a line of strangers or whether it was just one group. They said that, yes, this was the wait line, but we went in to drop our names anyway.
On the way in, I noticed that one girl was wearing a cloak. Another guy was wearing a Dawn of the Dead T-shirt. Another girl was wearing a hoodie with cat ears on it. I had to toss some compliments for these highly-awesome things as we passed, and upon hearing that there was a wait of about thirty minutes I told Brian I wanted to stand outside and wait with those people because I smelled roleplayers.
We got out there and stood with the eight of them, eventually introducing ourselves. We spent the rest of the time making off-color jokes about child labor and sharing nerd references. We also learned a little about each others' fields and they invited us to come eat with them. Apparently three of the people in their party had not shown up, and so there really wouldn't be any change of plans for them. It seemed some people in the party had just met one another in real life for the first time, so perhaps the introduction of random strangers wasn't too jarring.
One of the girls was getting hungry enough that it was used as an excuse to go light a fire under the collective ass of the Buca di Beppo staff. Sure enough they found us a table and we ate with the whole pack of geeks. Eric told us then that he'd invited us to come eat with them because he could "smell dice on us." I was mightily entertained by this, since this is more or less the reasoning I'd given Brian for wanting to go stand outside and wait for our table with the strange stair-loitering flock.
I tore up a placemat and gave as many people as I could little makeshift business cards. By "makeshift business cards" I mean torn squares of paper with my name and AIM handle written on them in crayon. But I digress.
Most striking was just how welcoming and generous they were. I mean, I understand that at a family restaurant it's expected that you'll share food, but people were dividing up individual portions to share with the others. Tony did this with his cake, and ended up giving me some as well.
Turns out they were all planning to go see 300, and they invited us to come with them. We agreed, and if there were tickets at the theater we were planning to follow them to the theater after dinner. We weren't able to get hold of the theater to buy tickets over Kat's cell phone, but we did try. Due to various credit card complications over a party of ten on several different checks when we were pressed for time, Eric paid for our dinner on his card. The $35 plus our portion of the tip rounded off to $40, so I was just going to hit an ATM to pay him back.
We got to the theater, and sure enough they were sold out. We were all rather dismayed, and most disturbing to Brian and me was the fact that there was no ATM nearby. I think Brian and I were both planning to go to an ATM elsewhere and come back after the movie was over to pay Eric back. he told Brian, with that unfailing sage manner of his, "No, don't worry about it. We'll meet again. It's inevitable."
So, unable to continue the evening of random social shenanigans any further, I got contact information from as many of them as I could. I intend to drop them an email and invite them to a potential birthday party after Spring Break is over.
Total fucking providence. As far as I'm concerned, this is my birthday present. For my birthday God gave me nerds.