(and for everyone that knows me and my time in Korea...you know how I appreciate the military. The End.)
The parental units and I decided that I seriously needed some steak. Yum! So we headed downtown to the Texas RoadHouse.
(Mmmm...Amurican!!..yeah wikipedia that!)
The epic moment of the evening? The waitress coming over and announcing to the restaurant, "Amber here is celebrating her birthday!!!! YAY! Amber come climb on the saddle here and grab your napkin. Now whip that napkin up above your head like a lasso....go ahead whip it around above your head!"
Let's take into consideration the state of my condition. . .I've been flying for about 15 hours and this does not include the layovers. I'm jetlagged. And I just finished a HUGE steak. I was exhausted, but I played along because really, I felt that it was better to embarrass myself instead of the waitress.
I was puzzling over why she thought we were celebrating my birthday. All I could come up with in my jet lagged haze was that she had overhead my dad say, "Order whatever you want, it's your special day....back in America!"
(See...super excited about it)
So the day after Texas Roadhouse night I am telling a friend about it over the phone, retelling the riding of the saddle story. My dad happens to pass me in the hallway, "Oh, your mother told them it was your birthday." . . .oh right . . .it would make sense that the waitress would think it was my birthday if someone told her that.
P.S. I love my mom
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