Brainy Vapours

Recovered from DV's crash...

I've gone out for dinner with a bunch of work friends. It's the kind of place that you get to go through and see how everything is made. First we see massive pies being made, one cherry, one apple. They are so large that inside there is actually an active volcano, complete with magma. Some of the girls I am with dig around in the sides of one of the pies when no one is looking and burn their hands. Then we're trying to pack the material, which oddly looks like chocolate cake, back in. We get to taste both pies.

Next we see a massive pizza being made and get to sample it. I have a small piece of that. After our tour is complete we are lead to the actual restaurant part of the place. We all want to sit at the same table, but one of the guys, "Mike" knows some other party in the restaurant and invites them over. They join us and take up all the seats. Two others as well as myself are left standing there like idiots. We are lead to another table.

When we sit down a younger guy runs up to tell us he's out celebrating the loss of his virginity. We all slap him on the back, congratulating him, laughing and asking him how it went. He tells us it was disgusting, then we end up talking about birth control options. He tells us the girl is allergic to the pill.

I try to order something because I'm really quite hungry, but I want pasta, which is not on the menu. The waiter is getting impatient, so I order a coke for now while I keep searching through the menu. Time seems to fly by and everyone else is finished eating. I finally settle for just another slice of apple pie, but now there is no time left and we have to leave.

We can't seen to get our bill. The waiters are all very busy, running around the place. We finally just go up to the front entrance. There's a problem with the bill, they are trying to charge me for food I did not get, seems the left over orders from the other table (who paid and left before us) were left to me to pay. One item is a Bloody Mary, which I certainly didn't drink. I try to explain that I had only a coke and some small scraps of pie and pizza in the factory tour.

The manager comes over and tells the person dealing with our bill that it's been contracted out to pay over a period of 6 months, and so we can leave.

My highschool basketball (or is it football/soccer?) team is going to be coming to a special dinner out that I am organizing. During practice I am so distracted thinking about all the details that I can't concentrate on the game.

The restaurant is a very small but very popular place that seems to be done in a log cabin style. I am going back and forth between restaurant and gym, trying to get things in order. My friend is with me and he tells me where the table is located. It's on the second level. He takes me to what looks like a closet, but when you look up you can see the second floor. I tell him it shouldn't be a problem for those of us with wings (like he and I have), but what about the others? After we think about it for awhile I just announce that people without wings can use the stairs.
The waiter that will be serving us asks how many will be coming. I realize that I have no idea, but guess between 15-20. He raises an eyebrow and looks unimpressed.

Back at the gym I am trying to practice again when I overhear someone say that the most popular guy in school is only going to the dinner because he thinks I am pretty. This makes me very uncomfortable, so I go back to the restaurant to talk to my friend about it. He tells me it's nothing new or shocking, and that he's always thought so too, and that's why he's always called me that "pet name". I look confused, saying that I thought that "Nüßig" meant nutty, and he tells me that it does, but it has a double meaning.