Now, there were four of us at the table, two guys and two girls. For all he knew, it could have been a double date. Now, the poor waitress, bless her heart, didn’t necessarily have the strongest command of the English language.
So just to make sure nothing was being lost in translation, we asked if she actually meant that he wanted to buy our whole table drinks. She curtly replied, “No, just her. She’s the special one.” Ouch.
The blatant unprofessionalism aside, it was incredibly presumptuous on his part to say the least. There was nothing said or done to indicate that we were not two couples out to dinner. While our initial reaction was to joke about the situation, I’m not going to lie; the more I thought about it, the more his behavior annoyed and puzzled me.
He had no way of knowing the nature of our relationship, yet he didn’t care. He was going to wink and send over a drink. Either this guy was giving a crash course in Emasculation 101, or I need to seriously re-evaluate the signals I am giving off.
Anyway, shortly after in what I suppose was an act of reconciliation, he sent over drinks for the rest of us. It wasn’t the fancy champagne my friend got, mind you. I guess we weren’t “special” enough for that. Not that it would have made a difference anyway.
At that point, any peace offering that didn’t come smothered in ice cream wasn’t going to cut the mustard. Send out some free dessert and now we’re talking.
After the meal, as we were about to leave, he came over and offered a more formal apology. He then asked if we would like to go and see Mick Jagger in a private concert that was going on around the corner. Umm, Yah! Game changer. I mean, it’s not cake, but it’s the next best thing. Suddenly, what started as an ordinary evening out to dinner got a little more interesting.
We arrive at the location, all excited about the turn of events. However, there’s a slight problem. The person on stage is not Mick Jagger. It’s some guy called Richard Barone. I know what you’re thinking, “Who the heck is Richard Barone?!?”
I’m glad you asked; allow me (courtesy of Wikipedia) to fill you in. He is an accomplished singer, songwriter, arranger, and producer who has had a career in the music industry spanning three decades. He used to be the front man for the Bongos. Now that’s all very impressive and all, but we were promised Mick Jagger.
No disrespect to Mr. Barone, but when you’re promised Mick Jagger, pretty much anything else is going to be a let-down. It’s like being being invited to a Lakers game, only to get there and find out it’s a Clippers game. Actually, I take that back. These days, it’s actually like being invited to a Clippers game, only to get there and find out it’s a Lakers game.
Anyway, as we collectively scratch our heads, wondering what we just walked into, we’re escorted to a table. It’s conspicuously located near the stage. Great seats, if it’s what you came to see, not so great if you’re going to be planning a quick getaway.
In the end, we decide to give Ol’ Richie the benefit of the doubt. We estimated 15 minutes would be enough to determine if this would be more entertaining than going home and going to bed. Not even five minutes later, bed was winning by a landslide. We made an awkward exit under the watchful and disapproving eyes of everyone else in the room. To be fair, they knew what they were getting into. We, on the other hand, were brought here under false pretenses.
Till this day we’ve never been able to figure out why that manager sent us over there believing that Mick Jagger was performing. Then again, this is the same guy who sent over a drink to a girl sitting at a table with two other guys. His credibility should have been in question from the get-go.
All in all, it ended up being one of those classic nights that was entertaining for all the wrong reasons, but I think we were all okay with that. You know what they say, “Just because you can’t get no Jagger, doesn’t mean you can’t get no satisfaction.” I totally just made that up…no one says that.
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