Last night I had plans to see some friends for Halloween, but Michael ended up needing the car to go to work and I didn't have time to drive down to see them and then be back in time for Michael. But I did have time to grab a bite to eat with Michael before he left for work. We went to an Italian restaurant, and the entire staff was dressed up for Halloween. There was someone dressed in a full Chewbaca costume. Did I spell Chewbaca right?
Anyway, there was a Darth Vader and a Han Solo and a Pippy Longstocking and many more. But we couldn't quite tell what our waiter was. He was wearing a black "ramones" t-shirt and tight skinny jeans and a black belt studded with those silver bolt things. And his hair was all spiky. I asked him what he was and he said, "I'm an emo kid."
For those of you who don't know:
"emo" started off as a term describing a 90's genre of music, but it's spread into a description for melodramatic teens who dont smile and wear tight jeans, itchy scarfs (even in the summer), and ebony greasy unwashed hair that is required to cover at least 3/5 the of the face at an angle. (the true definition of the term is greatly debated, so please no comments correcting me)
We were sort of stumped about our waiter being an "emo" kid, when he said, "If you knew me, you'd see that it's actually sort of funny, because I'm a total jock." Well, okay, that is funny. Then he brought me this:
And he said, "Look! Your soup is emo just like me! It's crying!"
Now, some people might not appreciate negative illustrations in their tomato soup, but I am not one of those. I was thrilled. And I felt sort of evil as I ate up his sad crying face. Mwa haha! The waiter also brought me different mixes of Italian cream soda, because he was experimenting and wanted to know what I liked better.
...It was a really slow night at that restaurant. We were like the only people there with a full serving staff, and I think our waiter was a little bored. But it was probably up there with my most unique restaurant experiences.