Spent the weekend up in New Hampshire with Angie's family. Got picked up directly from work on Friday and didn't get home until after 10 Sunday night...so it was a long weekend, but it was good to get out of the city and mingle with some laid back country folk.
Bob the Liar
Friday night's dinner was at this place...which is totally awesome. By the time we got to the restaurant, Angie's mom, dad, grandfather, cousin, and aunt were already sitting but we were still waiting for her sister and her sister's man to show up...this is when the weird stuff happened. While we ordered drinks and shit this dude (Bob) came over to talk to Angie's dad, who was sitting next to me. He like got up behind him and put his hands kinda around him, resting both hands on either side of Angie's dad's chest and got all up in his ear. I heard him say "Thank you for what you did. I am very sorry about what happened, dinner's on me." Angie's dad politely declined, but this dude was having none of it...so he accepted however reluctantly. He proceeds to tell the table that he had helped out some people with some estate planning that this guy Bob had brought by his office. Bob had made it a point of making sure Angie's dad knew that Bob was paying the bill. After two or three unanswered bills were sent, Angie's dad sent a bill directly to the couple...who likewise did not pay. So Friday night at Bonta was the first time this guy had seen Angie's dad and I guess he was embarrassed and this was his way of making up for it.
We proceeded to order dinner like sailors on leave. I had a rib-eye, there were a couple of people who had rack of lamb...we had tons of appetizers and a few bottles of wine. There were 9 of us, mind you. The bill comes from the waitress who says "I'll take this whenever you are ready." Confusion abounded and someone eventually talked to the maitre'd. It turns out, Bob had somehow gotten cold feet and told the staff that he was no longer paying for dinner...he never bothered to tell us though. He would have won in the end if he had though...dinner was ten bucks less than what he owed. It was later that I found out that Bob had spent 7 years in the clink for securities fraud or some other white-collar offense. That was Friday's excitement.
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Bob the Bastard, more like it! The lesson we all should learn from this post is: The next time some dude reaches around and puts his hands on your girlfriend's father's chest, we'll know he spent time in the clink and will skimp out on dinner.
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