maybe if i actually got embarrassed

One day my boyfriend will be a waiter at The Cheesecake Factory. They are just so classy.

About that...it's kind of a funny story.

It started with a pair of sunglasses.

We were sitting in a booth waiting for our order to be taken and absent-mindedly nibbling on bread when I jokingly pulled them out. I whispered, "It's kinda bright in here" and we all started laughing. What can I say? My family laughs easily. I then proceded to pull them down so my eyes were barely visible and pretend to be snottily say what I wanted ( The tacos but with substitutes of goat cheese and tofu). I looked up and there was my waiter....the awkward laughter was probably excruciating for him.

A few minutes later a song came on. You know, one of those barely audible, background noise songs. Anyway. My mom was all " I love this so song!!!" So naturally I started dorkilly dancing to it. Let me clarify that I looked extremely like, well, an idiot. Guess who had just come around the corner? That would be our waiter, quietly filling our water glasses. No. I didn't notice. Not until my mom wispered, "Emily" and the uncontrollable laughter started once again.

You guessed it. It happened a third time.

This time I had just finished telling my extremely long yet completely brilliant idea of how my brother should propose to his future wife. Of course I had to conclude by loudly stating. "Man, I wish I could propose to boys!" I'll give you one guess who had just walked up. I wonder if by then he thought we were laughing at him....

And we bought a trampoline. Not to jump on, but to lay on. To look up at the stars on. To pile blankets on and watch old movies. 

-M