My coworker Anna and I had lunch at Chili's today. Little did we know we would be served by a local rock star.
We had no sooner sat down and ordered our diet cokes with and without lemon from our waiter Joel, than were we approached by another server who was positive we were both Irish and wanted to know where were were from. Joel comes back with our drinks, shoots 'other server guy' a dirty look and says jokingly, "stop talking to my table."
'Other server guy' runs in the other direction and we all share a short laugh and knowing smile.
Throughout our lunch, 'other server guy' continues to make odd appearances, crouching down at eye level, making inconspicuous Irish conversation, as not to draw attention from Joel. Joel, however, is not so easily deceived, and always seems to round the corner to our rescue at all the right times, sending 'other server guy' in the 'other direction' each time.
By the time we were finishing up, 'other server guy' makes one last attempt to redeem himself. What he says next was surprising, "hey, you two should ask Joel about his show tomorrow night. He's in a band and they're playing at the Rutledge." Ohhh, we get it. "And, if you happen to think of it, will you tell him I'm not as creepy as he probably thinks I am." No problem creepy guy. Exit Creepy Guy.
Enter Joel with our checks. "Hey Joel, are you in a band?"
'Uh, wow - how did you know?'
'We have musician radar.'
'Are you playing tomorrow night?'
'Uh, yah...'
'At the Rutledge on 4th?'
'You're weirding me out.'
He totally knows, by the way that Creepy Guy clued us in. He is laughing and is all fake-embarrassed-like. Then he really starts to make the sale.
'Well you guys should come out. It's going to be totally awesome! Creepy Guy will be there...'
'Right, well, we can't then'
'Hey I never asked if you wanted dessert.'
'We were just saying how full were are...but there's always room for free dessert...'
'Hmmm...how about if you come to the show I'll bring chocolate cake.'
'Really? Well, that IS something worth considering."
Very long story short, Anna and I took an unexpectedly long lunch wherein we were detained by our server, Joel Larabell of Brenn, negotiated free dessert at our next trip to Chili's, and scored VIP status at tomorrow night's show.
So anyone else who would like to come on out to the Rutledge tomorrow night @ 8pm and support a few good bands I've never heard of is more than welcome.
Get in line with me & Anna - we're with the band.
(well us and every other girl that was in Chili's this week...)
We had no sooner sat down and ordered our diet cokes with and without lemon from our waiter Joel, than were we approached by another server who was positive we were both Irish and wanted to know where were were from. Joel comes back with our drinks, shoots 'other server guy' a dirty look and says jokingly, "stop talking to my table."
'Other server guy' runs in the other direction and we all share a short laugh and knowing smile.
Throughout our lunch, 'other server guy' continues to make odd appearances, crouching down at eye level, making inconspicuous Irish conversation, as not to draw attention from Joel. Joel, however, is not so easily deceived, and always seems to round the corner to our rescue at all the right times, sending 'other server guy' in the 'other direction' each time.
By the time we were finishing up, 'other server guy' makes one last attempt to redeem himself. What he says next was surprising, "hey, you two should ask Joel about his show tomorrow night. He's in a band and they're playing at the Rutledge." Ohhh, we get it. "And, if you happen to think of it, will you tell him I'm not as creepy as he probably thinks I am." No problem creepy guy. Exit Creepy Guy.
Enter Joel with our checks. "Hey Joel, are you in a band?"
'Uh, wow - how did you know?'
'We have musician radar.'
'Are you playing tomorrow night?'
'Uh, yah...'
'At the Rutledge on 4th?'
'You're weirding me out.'
He totally knows, by the way that Creepy Guy clued us in. He is laughing and is all fake-embarrassed-like. Then he really starts to make the sale.
'Well you guys should come out. It's going to be totally awesome! Creepy Guy will be there...'
'Right, well, we can't then'
'Hey I never asked if you wanted dessert.'
'We were just saying how full were are...but there's always room for free dessert...'
'Hmmm...how about if you come to the show I'll bring chocolate cake.'
'Really? Well, that IS something worth considering."
Very long story short, Anna and I took an unexpectedly long lunch wherein we were detained by our server, Joel Larabell of Brenn, negotiated free dessert at our next trip to Chili's, and scored VIP status at tomorrow night's show.
So anyone else who would like to come on out to the Rutledge tomorrow night @ 8pm and support a few good bands I've never heard of is more than welcome.
Get in line with me & Anna - we're with the band.
(well us and every other girl that was in Chili's this week...)
Comments
Isn't the Rutledge down in So-Bro somewhere? Are you really going?
Full service, with a smile and a PASS.
i don't know what so-bro means. It's on 4th right off of broadway somewhere.
you're sounding pretty judgmental tonight for a guy who is guilty of nepotism.
And I knew what SoBro was.
despite the loss, I'm really proud of them!