Are you Type A,B, or C?

There are three types of people in this world when it comes to restaurants:

Type A:

Arrives to a restaurant, sits down, gets greeted, then proceeds to talk and not look at a menu. When they finally get around to looking at the menu, and decide on what they want, they are pissed as hell that the server is not immediately at their table to take their order. I'll call this type, "The world revolves around me." After getting their order in, they will chug their waters as fast as they can and repeat the above process with their refills. TWRAM are horrible people to wait on and usually tip like crap no matter how many water refills they get.

Type B:

Arrives to a restaurant, sits down, gets greeted, orders drinks, by the time the server gets back with said drinks, orders food and lets the server know if they want extras (side ranch, no tomato, etc.) and are completely happy even if their drinks get a little low or their waters need refilling.

Tip like rock stars.

Type C:

Arrives to a restaurant....

Then A, take forever to sit downv(should we sit here? or here?), or B sits down immediately.

Gets greeted....

Then A, orders drinks or B, can't decide on anything but is polite about it.

Server gets back with drinks, (finally, or immediately)....

Then A, One can't decide on something so server has to come back, or B orders food.

Server checks on them from time to time....

Then A, orders more drinks, B, suddenly remembers they want a side of ranch

Server brings food...

Then A, orders more drinks, or B, suddenly remembers they want a side of ranch

Server brings check....

Then A, pays, B, suddenly wants separate checks, C, wants more drinks instead.

It's a love/hate thing with Type C. Sometimes they tip well, making every indecision worth it. Sometimes they don't, making you never want to wait on them again.

Luckily, with my job, if I don't want to wait on you, I don't have too. Shitty tip? No thanks, I'll even tell you that to your face. Awesome customer? I'll actually wait on you before three other people in the crowd.

You know what this means?

300 dollars on a Tuesday night and home by one A.M.

My rent is 400 + all utilities.

I've always had a back-up apartment. I've lived with two guys (meaning most of the stuff went into their place but not all), I've had drawers at five guy's places, and I've always had an apartment. The two guys I lived with always wanted me to bring the rest of my stuff over and move in officially, but in the back of my brain there was always a flashing red light, "Warning, SipsWine, Warning."

So based on the above, it comes with monumental satisfaction, to say, "I'm moving in with Ben." It took only 28 years to feel comfortable enough with someone, to move in when they asked.

Needless to say, the experience is very new for me, and Ben is having a blast laughing at my questions and hesitations.

Me: So what are we going to do with chest of drawers?

Ben: Put it next to mine.

Me: But then we'll have two.

Ben: Is your chest of drawers full of clothes?

Me: Yes.

Ben: Then I guess we need two.

Or.

Me: Where will I hang my Audrey Hepburn pictures?

Ben: On the wall.

Me: Which one?

Ben: I don't care, any of them.

Me: But, which one do you want them on so they are out of your way?

Ben: Honey, this is your apartment now. I want them wherever you want them.

It'll take some getting use too.

Big Gift vs. Small Gift.

Every year, for the last 28 of my life, my parents have gotten my brother and I a "big gift." That could mean an actual big gift (my dollhouse that my dad made for me when I was 6 or 7) or a "big" gift (like my American Girl's doll when there was only Molly, Kristin, and Samantha). Either way, my brother and I would open presents and then go find our "big gift."

This year, my brother and I decided that a "big" gift was in order for my parents who had a 1997 27 inch tv in their living room.

500 dollars later, we had a 32 inch (only size that would fit into their entertainment center), 1080, LCD, LED TV for them.

My mom and dad have not stopped talking about it since.

It's a nice feeling to give back some of what you've received.

Merry Christmas everyone.

ONE RING TO RULE THEM ALL.

Long story.

I forgot my Google password.

I hadn't posted in awhile, still remembering my password, posted, promptly forgot password.

I'm 27 and have selective Alzheimer's.

Then I was reading Hyperbole and a half and decided that her newest post was the most amazing post I had ever read and magically, I remembered my password.

I REMEMBERED!

Not only that, I have a laptop, which means I can type out posts NO MATTER WHERE I AM.

So the last year was a waste. The man I dated dumped me and then decided 4 months later that he actually wanted me and thought we'd be good as man and wife. I use "man and wife" because this decision was based solely on what he felt and in no reference to my happiness and well being.

Therefore, it was a man decision to require a wife to cook and clean for him, because I'm sure about 4 months after I was out of his life he suddenly realized he had had only pizza, wings, and chinese food to eat and was sitting in his own filth.

I look really good then.

I took one look at him and said, "no."

He took it as I would rather be with the ridiculously handsome and same aged boyfriend I was seeing and not the fact that I didn't want to aspire to clean and cook for him the rest of my life.

Men are sometimes stupid.