Wow, it's June. How did that happen?

Today marks the end of another memorable Frank's weekend. Our usual barrage of awkward comments was followed by a fantastic interaction of middle school proportions. Thus, we'll start with yesterday...

Yesterday was interesting. I like to observe the people who go to Frank's. Sometimes we see older versions of our friends, or strange families, or people that we know. Sometimes we see creepy people. Yesterday, there was a creepy couple. They were already seated at the counter when we walked in, and as we were walking past them to our seats (next to them, joy of joys), the man gave us the creeeepiest open stare I have ever seen. Apparently the woman was staring similarly. J's description of the look was "...threesome?" Creeptastic.

Today, as we were waiting to be seated, I overheard this gem: "If I want to sleep with a woman, I'm gonna sleep with her." Apparently she doesn't have a say. Thank you man. Go light your cave on fire.

Here's a random side note that people should know about our need to visit Frank's every weekend: Visiting Frank's is much like visiting mom's for Sunday dinner. Unless we let them know that we'll be gone well in advance, we get in trouble. If we don't sit where we ought or behave accordingly, we get scorned and pouted at. It's familial obligation really. You don't say no to family.

Interestingly enough, I think we've started scaring people away from the counter sometimes. I highly doubt that Frank's is hurting for customers, but it never fails that at some point while we're there the entire counter will have cleared out. It's like we're almost too well known and too comfortable there, and thus other people feel uncomfortable for us. Sucks to be them? We could be too bawdy or too raucous, but really, we wouldn't have nearly as much fun if we were 'toned down'.

Anywho, back to today. Today's adventure had little to do with the normal fare. No Ron Jeremy jokes were made; your mom, the amorphous bubble mom that we all know and love, would have been greatly offended; and I am apparently hung up on someone I nearly dated. None of this is new. (Though I did sink to a new low by checking out the name on the ticket of the guy that sat next to us. D'Mitri, I believe. Rowr? Also, we decided that we needed to make some sort of a food tribute calendar. Biscuits and Gravy one month, Alton Brown another. The guys from Frank's of course. Oh, and Bobby Flay and Jamie Oliver and bacon (not erotica). Yum.) No, today's adventure arrived as we were leaving. One of the newer members of the team pulled C aside to deliver the phone number for one of the other staffers. C was speechless. We (J & I) were more vocal. Probably the best way to deal with the situation would be to send him a polite message stating her unavailability and letting it lie at that. But wouldn't it be more fun to let him think he'd spooked away Frank's favorite weekenders? I certainly think so.

Ciao!

N