Well, I don't know when this will post, but I'm writing it the day after...because I want it to all be very fresh in my mind.
My in-laws always want to celebrate our kids' birthdays with a special lunch or dinner out with the whole family, if possible. We decided to meet them for lunch on Sunday of Clark's birthday week. We were gonna meet at this restaurant called "Logan's Roadhouse." We meet there often, because it's about a 45 minute drive for each of us.
So, we got up and went to early church, and to SS...and then headed South. Clark kinda mentioned that he would like to eat at this hibachi place instead of the other place. Jim and I were both hesitant about it...we were gonna have about 10 people...after church...my in-laws had never been there...would they like it? Ugh.
BUT, we decided to meet there and we were all able to sit around one grill.
It ended up being the BEST DAY EVER. Kind of made up for some of the yuck of the days earlier in the week.
Our chef...OH MY WORD! He.was.hilarious! We had heard people singing the happy birthday song to someone in another room in the restaurant, and Clark had said, "NO ONE TELLS THEM it's my birthday." But, he's been kind of a toot all week, so that was the first thing I did. And then the chef put on a show for the Birthday Boy. It was a lot of fun. He asked Clark if Faith was his girlfriend, and teased with her a bit, too.
Then, he asked Holly if Aaron was her husband, and she said, "yes." He asked how long they had been married, and Holly said, "nearly 3 years." He said, "you have babies?" Holly said, "no, not yet." Then he asked Aaron, "you fight a lot?" Aaron said, "no, we don't." The chef said, "there you problem. You fight, make up, make babies. No fight, no make babies." It was so funny.
Even funnier was that my father-in-law, who is hard-of-hearing anyway...is sitting on the farthest seat away and cannot hear any of this, so Logan is relaying it to him. And he says, "WHAT?" over and over. Logan repeats it, and then he laughs real loud.
The chef moved on to Logan. He asks if he's married, and Logan says, "I'm engaged." Chef says, "you buy diamond for you princess?" Logan says, "yes." The Chef says, "WONG. BIG MISTAKE." Logan asks why. Chef says, "they say diamond girl's best friend...but I want be MY girl's best friend. Not diamond."
"PLUS," he says, "you buy diamond, what she buy you? CHEE-WAH-WAH. You buy diamond, she buy dog. You get divorced, she take diamond...she leave dog. All you have left is CHEE-WAH-WAH...NO BUY DIAMOND."
He also said some things to Joshua that Joshua didn't really "get," but they were funny to the rest of us.
The whole time he's talking, he is putting on a show. Flipping bowls into his hat and egg shells into the bowls. Every time he misses or drops something, he says, "oops! Too much Saki last night." When my mother-in-law finally catches his eye, she starts trying to tell him her life story, about her 3 sons and how long she and my father-in-law have been married...and how long Jim and I have been married...and pointing out which kids at the table were ours. It was like watching a snowball going down a hill. Or a train-wreck.
PLEASE STOP!
#1...The Chef does.not.care. And #2...he doesn't really understand that much English, he just wants a big tip.
We left the restaurant and stood out in the parking lot to say our good-byes. Logan was heading back to school. Really miss that guy. My in-laws were heading back to the lakehouse, but before they left, we had to do the dance-of-the-brown-paper-bags. She always brings groceries with her...she buys in bulk. So, she is pulling stuff out of the back of the truck and asking, "anyone need Cheerios? Toilet tish-ah? Washing powder?" And we...Jim...Holly...and Logan...are taking what we need (and some of what we don't want), and walking from her truck to our own vehicles...and back again. I'm sure we are quite comical to anyone watching us.
She sent home a bag of gingerbread flavored marshmallows with Jim the last time he was down there. Blech! He either took them in a weak moment so as to not hurt her feelings...or she slipped them into one of the brown grocery bags without him knowing. I don't know. All I DO know is that we do not want them...will not eat them. So, she tried to give us ANOTHER BAG of those stinkin' marshmallows right there in the parking lot, and we are all saying, "no thank YOU," as nicely as we possibly can. But then she starts trying to give them to JOSHUA to bring home...knowing full well that he will not eat them. He put his hands up and started backing away. It was pretty funny. She just wants them out of her house, but if we take the stuff we don't want, she will just continue to buy it because she thinks we like it.
STOP THE INSANITY!
In the end, it was the BEST DAY. I laughed SO HARD! Everyone had fun. Clark felt celebrated, and the meal was GREAT!
"The generous will prosper; those who refresh others will themselves be refreshed." Proverbs 11:25
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