
So I know Brittany will appreciate this post! Last weekend Patrick, me, Avery, Britany, Devin, their little baby Avery, and son Jackson, oh and Greg, his wife Sheila, and two twin boys that are my Avery's age went to Texas Roadhouse. So in restaurant terms that's 7 with 3 slings and a highchair. Come on this is Utah they should be used to this kind of baby madness right?
Wrong! I will try and sum this 4 hour adventure up the best I can.
4:00- Britany starts calling TR (Texas Roadhouse) to try and get our names on the list for a 6:30 arrival time.
6:00- Britany has been calling for two hours straight! So she decides to just go a bit early. She tells the hostess that she has been calling for two hours and gets nothing but a busy signal. The Hostess says sorry, then one of the other ones laughs and says, "that's because ewe took the phone off the hook", BTW the majority of the hostesses there are 19 year old skanks with attitude problems, anyway she says she will put our name on the call in list and it shouldn't be any longer then a 45 min wait.
8:00- we finally get seated! The waitress takes our drink orders.
8:05- she comes back and manages to dump an entire glass of Coke into Avery's car seat! Yup that's right! Oh and a little bit of milk too! It had her blanket, coat, hat, and bundle me, but no worries Avery wasn't in there or the title of the blog would have been-
I slapped a waitress at Texas Roadhouse! Of course she feels like a jerk and I couldn't see the extent of the damage because I was stuck in the booth. So I didn't freak out right away.
8:20- She gets the floor cleaned up, takes our order, and Patrick goes and gets Avery a bottle from the car.
8:25- Avery knocks an entire glass of water onto the table, myself, and the floor! Could it get any worse? Yup!
8:40- Still no food, Avery has drank her bottle and is screaming now because she is so tired, and over stimulated from the noisy atmosphere of TR. I am starting to loose my mind because of her screaming and all the noise too! Then I remember that Avery's car seat is a Orthopedic so there is memory foam underneath the still wet cover. Argh! So I tell the waitress in as nice a voice as I could manage at the time to box up our food because we've gotta go!
9:00- Patrick and I are laughing at how crazy a simple dinner with friends turned into such a fiasco while we are eating our yummy TR at our own Dinner table and Avery is in dream world.
There was alot more madness to the whole thing, but you really had to be there. So the good thing is we got a free dinner, a gift card to go back (if I can ever get the courage to do so) and a funny story to tell :)
P.S. Britany if you read this we need a do over date night soon!