Ladies Night Out

Last night I met with about 13 other friends for dinner at BJ's restaurant. The place is always packed and they are so snooty about reservations that they say 90% of your party has to be there within 10 minutes of your reservation or you're not getting in. Not only that, there will be no separate checks. Oh, and parking is hard to find, but if you park in the empty restaurant lot next door, they'll tow you. (Remind me again why we decided to go here?)

So, luckily, we all made it in time and got seated. They got our orders and later, much later, they started bringing out our food. Except it was like one person at a time. Finally, all but 3 of us had our food. Those last three did not end up getting their food until the rest of us had FINISHED our dinners. And several of the orders were wrong in one way or another.

Okay, so the dinner course was a disaster, but who can resist a Pizzookie? Not us. Several of us got them and shared (YUMMY!). Just when we thought the evening was finally getting better, over the racket of the very busy and noisy restaurant we hear a woman screaming obscenities at a manager over by the bar (um, yes, she was drunk). She caused such a scene that the ENTIRE restaurant got quiet. She ended up storming out. A few minutes later, Jennifer and I got up to leave. Just as we walked out the door, crazy drunk lady pulls up right in front of the restaurant (yes, she was driving!). After she parked like a maniac, she got out and started to go inside when the manager saw her and made it outside first. We got to witness another altercation between the two, then the manager informed her that the police were on their way.

She turns and heads back to the car. At this point, Jennifer and I are like, "Seriously, she's crazy drunk and getting in her car", so I went where I could get her license plate to tell the cops when they got there. Fortunately, she decided since the cops were oming that wasn't a good choice. I guess Jennifer and I look friendly enough, because crazy drunk lady then decides she needs to talk to us about all this. Jennifer asked her how much she had to drink and she says 1 beer (the questions running though my mind: and how many shots of tequila? and how many prescription pain killers?)- there is no way all she has had is one beer- she reaked of alcohol.

After a few minutes the cops show up and administer a test and what do you know... she's drunk! They handcuff her and take her to the police car. She is so drunk she can't even lift her legs into the car at this point. The cops have to literally pick up her legs and assist her in.

Now our fun is over and Jennifer and I head home. What a night out.