Texas: Part 2 – What did she say?!

After a good night’s rest we went to an Italian restaurant for brunch. David & I ordered some Pinot Noir to celebrate his and Vanessa’s new upcoming jobs at the bar while we waited for our table. The bartender, however, decided we wanted Merlot instead. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t Pinot…but since my nonexistent pallet isn’t very sharp I didn’t say anything. David seemed to enjoy the wine regardless though; I think it may have been his first glass. I suddenly felt as if we were in the movie Sideways where the two go to a wine tasting and while one character points out the various characteristics of the wine and swirls it in his mouth trying to absorb all the flavors the other simply gulps it down and says “I don’t know, it tastes pretty good to me.”

After waiting a while for our appetizer our waiter finally came over to apologize and to let us know it would be gratis due to the unusually long time it was taking to come out but before he could finish David jumped in to ask, “So, it’s going to be free right?!” Ha! There is nothing more humorous than watching a big black man scream at a little white one. Not that David was screaming or trying to be rude at all, it was just funny the way he worded his question. The food was alright. The more I eat at restaurants outside of Manhattan the more I learn to appreciate them but that’s a whole other story. Oddly enough the pasta tasted much better when I ate the leftovers days later. I managed to screw up my beloved white CK Polo by dropping chicken on it because I’m an idiot…sigh, only one and a half days into the trip too. I think I got away with it though, I just took it off when we got into the parking lot and made due with my t-shirt from there; you can blame the heat for just about anything in Texas, its great!

After a few hours of doing something, which for the life of me I can’t recall, we hooked up again to catch a movie. Here’s the kicker though, the movie theatre is also a semi-restaurant. Restaurant, you ask? Big deal, you can get food at other theatres too, right…but I bet you can’t order booze too. Did I mention that San Antonio ranks first among binge-drinking cities, I wonder why? We got tickets for Miami Vice, grabbed some seats and ordered our food & drinks. Despite taking the edge off with some margaritas the movie was still bad enough for us to agree that we needed to leave. The highpoint of the film, besides us passing notes to one another to keep ourselves entertained, was Julisa occasionally looking over at me with the most confused face to ask “What did she say?” The main actress in the film had the most bizarre accent I’ve ever encountered…and I’m Indian. When she wasn’t busy having sex with someone new in the film she was constantly mumbling out dialogue which no one could manage to understand.

On the drive back someone, I forget who but it might’ve been me, suggested we go to play some pool. Now, to my defense, I asked everyone if that was cool. I knew that Julisa didn’t like playing pool so I made certain to ask her a few times just to make sure because if not I’d have preferred to go somewhere else where everyone would have a good time. I got the “uh huh” / “that’s fine with me” response and despite my better girl-response-deciphering knowledge I decided to play along. After we got in and comfortable we racked up the table but before we could start Julisa said she wasn’t up for it. The moment she said that I heard the little voice in my head say “You dumbass; you knew this was going to happen.” I’m not kidding either; I distinctly remember thinking that to myself and then looking around to make sure the voice was coming from in my head and not from someone else around me. If you haven’t already realized, I’m a bit of a weirdo. I really need to start listening to that voice more often…if only it didn’t occasionally tell me to burn things I’d trust it completely. We left soon after our first game and I felt like an idiot for suggesting the pool place because I realized that Julisa only agreed to go there to be a good host and not be a killjoy, which is actually quite considerate now that I think about it, thanks Bubba.