breakup at the brownstone

the other morning, after another hellish walk home (i got the train time wrong! i thought i had planned it so well and i left the aussie gathering in good time and boom, i miss it and have no money and no choice but to walk again.. this time it was far less stressful/potential death ridden)
ok so i woke up outlandishly late and the guys were just about to head to the brownstone! usually nothing could make me go out without my contacts or a shower, but this diner was a different matter. i rushed out, sleepy eyed and all.

the brownstone was PACKED and we thought considering our hunger that fatburger was the only option. (hell-o no). instead we went to target. we built up an unhealthy appetite. and cunningly went back to the brownstone when it was less full. we ordered huge ass amounts of everything (home fries! mmmm just a bunch of fried potato..mmm) and drank our drinks. after a while i notice the lovely ladies sitting next to us, who came in well after we'd ordered, were chowing down on delicious looking pancakes?? THEN crofton sees his wrap, waiting on the counter... waiting and waiting... our waiter is just wandering around unknowingly. finally we'd had enough, all our food was just sitting there getting cold and we'd been waiting almost an hour! so we got up and left!!! and the owner was like 'hold on, let me try sort this out'. i was expecting a free meal or something. he comes back and says 'the foods ready, we just had to re-do the waffle' (what does that even mean?)

but by this stage our much desired table was already gone to someone else. so we just paid for our drinks and the owners dad, some old crony in the corner says 'if you want fast food you should just stay home'.! THEN the owner himself is all huffy and mad and says, 'if you arent going to pay for your food, dont plan on coming back here'!!

we are now banned from brownstone!!!!!! we were so shocked it took us a moment to realise the insult. we went to 'Al's Diner' instead, got a quick breakfast (it was about 2:30 by then) and talked and talked about the bizarro wierdness for hours. we talked about it all day, to anyone who'd listen. just to get their amazed shocked reactions.

the moral of the story is, no more brownstone. also, a diner's a diner, and i'm sure we can find superior home fries somewhere else.

at least i dont have to see my "lover boy" waiter again.... eww.