where have all the honeybees gone?

lots of updates here...

so here are some pictures from TIM LONG's (alert that!)visit to the grand strand. i think we all had a great time. laughs. drinks. drunkin' noodlin'.

it was a short visit. tl came down on saturday. td had a restaurant visit to do, which happened to be one of the seafood shacks in cherry grove. we drove out there with great expectations. well, maybe not great...but at least decent. and the only part of it that was really decent was the food.

the most hilarious part of the dining experience was one of the servers (if you can call her that). so this gal was working behind the bar and waiting on customers. she was for lack of better words, completely obnoxious. about one sip into my cold budweiser she started doing this loud nerve-shattering laugh. as some other diners left, she asked if they enjoyed the dinner and the fella joked "no, but i ate all of it". this launched the demon waitress into a tirade about a previous customer she had.

apparently this customer ordered 12 oysters. they ate eleven of them and then informed her that the oysters were terrible and wanted their money back. at this point in time the waitress emphasized how ridiculous this was. she repeated over and over again about how "you didn't like them, but you ate e-lev-en-eh" (a four syllable enunciation of the word eleven. she kept on with this story past my first beer into my sandwich. she explained in great (and loud) detail about how the customer wanted to talk to a manager, at which point in time she responded "you lookin' at her!". E-LEV-EN-EH!!!

this wasn't the only obnoxious story we heard from the server. she made some comments about vomiting, shitting, hair in the food...certainly the most appetizing stories for other diners. i'm surprised i made it through my dinner.

the best story had to be about how the cops in town have it out for her because her mother is in law enforcement. she talked about being pulled over after going out drinking. she then relayed a story about how she had been kicked out of the applebee's twice. hell, we didn't realize applebee's was the place to hang out and get fucked up...but apparently, we've been going to the wrong places. to emphasize her point about getting kicked out of the applebee's (which apparently is a badge of honor to her), she asked the other server "how many times have i been kicked out of the applebee's?"

she also made a comment about how everyone should be required to work one year as a server, so they could appreciate the "hard" work of servers. i'm SO over the sympathy i'm asked to feel for wait staff. no one asked you to drop out of college and take this life-long career choice. i overall have respect for most servers, but this is just getting over the top.

thankfully we made it out of the shack without throwing our shrimp shells on her. but i do think that it accounted for the fact that we all drank our second drinks down quicker than we should have.


afterwards, we made a trip to rockefeller's...as we needed some normalcy. then we brought it on home for a little jam session. now, i'll be honest here...when tim and tim would have get together to play music, i would always envision some sort of weird conglomeration of music. it was fantastic! tim long played the guitar, tim davis played the harp (that's harmonica to you knaves!)

So, what else? its a week later, and i've got more stories for you, but i'm going to wait to post about it later. we had another action-packed weekend..and i'm feeling a little like my head is a balloon that is on a string that i'm holding directly over my body.