I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

It’s late. 

Like 2:00 a.m. late.

I told myself on my drive home I’d be in bed by 1:00 a.m.

That has clearly not happened.

I had a day.  A fucking day.  

So.

Let me tell you about it. 

First, anyone on Facebook who reads these posts will already know this, but for the rest of you Adam and I made a quick trip to NYC on Monday.  We try to go once a year and get our theater fix.  

It was a great trip, filled with all the shows, all the food and all the stress you can imagine.

First.  

We argued about the path to take to NYC.  

I should have stuck to my guns because 15 minutes on the Merrick Parkway, we were rear-ended right in front of the police who had stopped to report on a different accident.  While we were waiting to be processed another car rear-ended a police officer on his way to assist.  It was a shit show to say the least.  

It also caused us to be behind schedule for our dinner reservations.  

But alas we made it on time. 

Fast forward 24 hours.

We are in a cab headed toward the theatre.  The cab driver seems to be taking the longest, slowest route possible.  We finally get 2 avenue blocks away, we insist he stop, we pay, and we sprint to the theater.  

Fun fact:  An overweight, middle-aged man approaching 60 should not run. 

Fun fact:  When an overweight, middle-aged man, approaching 60 sprints to a theater, he remembers why he stopped running in the first place. 

Fun fact:  My left knee was the size of Nebraska when I got up to leave the theater at the end of the show.  

For the next two days, I limped everywhere.  Adam was a champ, and kept telling me I was doing great, but even when you are now taking cabs everywhere, there is still so much walking to do.

Another fun fact:  Tough Mudders are easier to navigate than Broadway theaters.  The show we saw last night, we had tickets in the mezzanine.  We get there only to find out that the only restrooms are in the basement.  Down three flights of stairs.  Try doing that with a bum knee.  I was convinced I was going to tumble to the bottom any second.  I did not get up to pee at intermission.  It was just too much.  

Originally, we were supposed to drive to Boston on Thursday to see a show Thursday night.  But said show was cancelled.  

So, being the crazy people we are, we booked another round of tickets in NYC on Thursday.  We were going to drive back this morning, but I was worried about getting to work late today, so at 10:00 last night, we got into our car and headed north.  

The trip was uneventful. 

Until, we stopped to pick up my car at the park and ride.  I got into my car, turned the key and it went click, click, click.  

The fucking battery was dead.  

At fucking 4:00 in the morning. 

We drove home.  

We climbed into bed at 5:00 a.m.  

5.5 hours later the alarm went off.  

I took a $60 Uber 45 minutes away to meet AAA at my car to get a new battery.  The mechanic was waiting for me when I got there.  It should have taken 20 minutes, but he was a TALKER.  45 minutes later, I was on my way to work.

And the moral of this story is that with all of that, it was still a less stressful trip than my trip to Kentucky.  

With all of that, when I got to work, I was in the best of all moods.  

And it only got better from there.

The staff was in a great mood.  The chef was in a great mood.  The guests were in great moods.  

This weekend, is also the first weekend of the Christmas celebration in our little town.  About 10,000 people, if not more, sweep in to enjoy adult beverages, in the name of Jesus.  

I know we still have tomorrow to go, but universally, we all agreed that this was the smoothest, Christmas weekend had gone for all of us no matter what restaurant we’d worked in.  

One of my servers called me the Governor tonight.  

I literally floated around the dining room, shaking hands, welcoming people, and chatting about everything possible.  I knew about 50% of the people who came in tonight.  And the people I didn’t know are now new friends.  

The meatball lady was in. 

The service dog lady was in. 

The pilot was in.  

The real estate family was in.

I really knew so many people.  

And we didn’t turn anyone all day.  We found room for everyone who called.  I figured out a way to seat 5 people at the bar.  I said, yes, yes, yes all day.

It really was an amazing day.

So please.  Send good vibes that Saturday is equally smooth.