Beltaine...

On Beltaine (and I've been meaning to put this up here for a while) one of my close friends had a little ritual at the U.U. It wasn't too bad though not many showed up (there wasn't much advanced notice, mid-summer should be better). Anyway, the ritual was pretty good, even though half the people ion it were under the age of 14. After the ritual Adrienne made, well, I don't know what to call them really, they were elastic strings with bells on. I put mine on my feet and Dave (another friend) put his on his arms (I'm guessing he didn't feel like taking off his shoes... ;) ).

After the ritual Adrienne and her kids went to the game night that was being held there at the U.U. Dave is in the market for a new computer and I asked if he wanted to go shopping (it was still early). He did, and we wandered over to best buy and looked at some of their systems. The best buy people also talked to us for a bit.

We left Best Buy and decided to go grab bite. We thought about going to the Olive Garden, but it was packed. Dave suggested an Indian Restaurant. I had never been there, so heartily agreed. Now as Shakespeare might say, let me lay the scene. We walk into the restaurant, both of us are wearing dark t-shirts with leather jackets over them. We get a table for 2 and proceed to order exactly the same meal, with exactly the same drink (and I don't mean a coke, more of an exotic Indian thing), and an appetizer platter to share. After we order, Dave takes off his jacket, he's still wearing the bells (so am I for that matter, but you can't see mine).

Dave looks at me and says something like "You know what they are probably thinking..." I looked at him and responded with something like "Yeah...". Well, we proceeded to eat our meals, which were quite good. It came time to get the check and I thought to myself "Now if they bring one check, I will KNOW what they are thinking." about this time Dave says "If they bring one check...." (Dave and I are sometimes on the same wavelength, but since we are both straight....)

The waiter comes out, with his 1 check. Dave and I start trying to divvy up the check and the waiter asks if we would like him to separate it. We say yes. He does. He puts all the extra stuff on my bill (the appetizer platter and the bread), which by the way is fine, it's the way I had wanted it done, but he didn't ask or anything.

When we got to the car, We both rolled with laughter, and Dave said "I can just imagine the conversation going on in the kitchen "Abu, look how his people have come up in the world! He has gotten himself a twink!" It was, all in all, a very amusing night... ;)