Sunday, April 16, 2006
Why it's sometimes better to stay home
Last night we went out with a group of friends to a popular, trendy, lots of restaurants, lots of pedestrians, tricky-to-find-parking area. We hadn’t been there in awhile, and now I remember why. First of all, what should have been a half hour drive ended up taking a freaking hour and a half! Holy crap the traffic! The traffic to get to the freeway craaaaawwled. The traffic once we were on the freeway also craaaaawwled. Amazing how one stupid broken down car in one lane can cause such heinous delays for everyone.
Once we get there we try to find parking. The first parking garage is full, the second one has a huge line to get in. The third one was this little lot with two narrow spots left. We went for it, narrowly missing stupid pedestrians who don’t even bother to look where they’re walking. Okay I know pedestrians have the right of way, but damn, do these people not value life and limb?? Call me paranoid, but as a pedestrian I do NOT trust other drivers to not hit me. I’m so glad I wasn’t driving, I would’ve been so stressed out. For some reason I just don’t enjoy running over people or scraping paint off my car.
We walked the short distance to the restaurant, squeeze past the throngs of waiting people, and find out that the minimum wait for a table for our group of 8 was three hours. THREE HOURS??? Holy shit! I have never heard of such a thing. It was already 8:30pm. I’m not about to eat dinner near midnight. I would die of hunger before then. So we walk to another one down the street and find out that it’s an hour wait. Okay, better, but I’m hungry now dammit. Next! The next one is only half an hour. Oh thank god. A reasonable wait.
The moral of this story? Don’t go to popular, trendy, lots of restaurants, lots of pedestrians, tricky-to-find-parking areas on a Saturday night! Well, unless you like that sort of thing. And aren’t starving.
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