Looking back, I have something of a history of being denied food and drink when going out. It's no fault of my own, but I somehow end up in situations where what I want doesn't happen. I usually just roll with the punches, so it all works out. Still, I think the powers that be are trying to test my limits. This time around, the meal itself was what was questionable.
Obviously, there's a story here. Let me explain.
A while back, my friend said she'd be in town, and she wanted to go check out one of the local CrossFit gyms. Seeing as how we both enjoy kicking our own butts via the euphemistically named "Workout of the Days," we planned to meet up at one of these gyms and then head out for a meal afterward. As is wont to happen, though, the best laid plans changed.
First, I injured myself. It really wasn't a drastic injury, but it was enough to limit my movements. Honestly, I was a little concerned that I wasn't going to heal in time for the appointed date and time. That'd make things far more questionable, though I suppose I very easily could have just met her for a meal afterward. Still, I made sure to take it easy on myself during the recovery period, and things started looking more promising. By the eve of our gym plans, my leg was probably back to 80 or 90% of its usual mobility. Basically, it was well enough for me to work strenuously the next day. Phew, first bullet dodged.
However, as I was firing off an email to my friend, I looked up the website. I forget if I needed directions or I just wanted to see what the "box" (CrossFit gyms are affectionately called "boxes") looked like. Either way, they had a schedule showing which trainers were on hard. Out of sheer curiosity, I clicked there to see who was going to be training people the next day. Technically, nobody was. My friend had misread the exercise schedule as "8AM and 9AM" instead of "7AM and 8AM." We had planned on meeting up for the 9AM class.
Trying to be responsible, I sent another email trying to make sure we weren't going to meet up for a non-existent class. Of course, I also realized that in order to meet up at 8AM, I'd have to wake up at something like 6AM, on my day off. Not relishing that thought, I told her that if it really was going to be 8AM, or even the earlier 7AM class, I'd probably have to pass. I didn't get a response right away, but I figured she'd be able to get back to me before I had to potentially leave in the morning.
I woke up to an email saying, "crap, you're right, that's not going to work. Well, I'll head over to the 9AM class and meet you afterward." I assumed the time was a typo, but I had to be sure. Figuring a text message would reach her faster than an email, I sent her one of those. Then, I waited. No response for a while, so I didn't leave the house. Trying to be responsible, I also sent an email saying the same thing.
Then, things got interesting. I got a phone call after the allotted time, but it was cut off before we could actually speak to each other (thanks, cell phone carriers). I tried to call her back, but I did not get a response. So, I left a voice mail. After that, it seemed like my friend refused to use the same mode of communication twice in a row. I had just called her, so she replied with an email. Then, I got a text message telling me to call her. I spoke with her, and we adjusted plans to have a late lunch (she suggested Mexican). About twenty minutes after that, I received an email confirming the modified lunch plan. It's a good thing I have a smart phone, or receiving all of those messages would have been quite the ordeal.
Finally, the hour rolled around for me to go pick her up. Knowing we were in for something of a heavy lunch, I hadn't eaten anything. It was also early afternoon, so I was naturally going to be hungry. When I finally got there, the following conversation ensued:
Friend: "Hey, is it okay if my sister joins us?"
Me: "Of course"
Friend: "Okay, awesome. She's on her way down"
Friend: "Oh, and we're going to make you do something incredibly girly."
Me: " ... "
Friend: "We want to do high tea. The place has pink walls." (note: technically, she should've said "afternoon tea," but it was the same idea)
After a prolonged chuckle, we updated the plan yet again. I'd never done high tea, so I figured I'd give it a shot. At worst, I wouldn't like it, so I would at least know enough to definitively turn down an offer next time.
Just for kicks, though, let me recap the story up to this point. We had planned to meet up, but my leg injury threatened to derail the plan. My leg healed, but a schedule/calendar goof made things questionable. We figured out the schedule, but once we got that out of the way, technology (or a certain someone's use of this technology) conspired to complicate things. We figured out how to communicate with these newfangled technologies, only for a last-minute audible to snatch away an actual lunch for me. There would be no burritos in my immediate future.
So, with all of that as a backdrop, I figured I wasn't going to deprive myself of eating a lunch-like meal. To hell with the frou-frou surroundings, I needed sustenance. And that, my friends, is the story of how I went to afternoon tea and ordered a shepherd's pie and coffee.
Obviously, there's a story here. Let me explain.
A while back, my friend said she'd be in town, and she wanted to go check out one of the local CrossFit gyms. Seeing as how we both enjoy kicking our own butts via the euphemistically named "Workout of the Days," we planned to meet up at one of these gyms and then head out for a meal afterward. As is wont to happen, though, the best laid plans changed.
First, I injured myself. It really wasn't a drastic injury, but it was enough to limit my movements. Honestly, I was a little concerned that I wasn't going to heal in time for the appointed date and time. That'd make things far more questionable, though I suppose I very easily could have just met her for a meal afterward. Still, I made sure to take it easy on myself during the recovery period, and things started looking more promising. By the eve of our gym plans, my leg was probably back to 80 or 90% of its usual mobility. Basically, it was well enough for me to work strenuously the next day. Phew, first bullet dodged.
However, as I was firing off an email to my friend, I looked up the website. I forget if I needed directions or I just wanted to see what the "box" (CrossFit gyms are affectionately called "boxes") looked like. Either way, they had a schedule showing which trainers were on hard. Out of sheer curiosity, I clicked there to see who was going to be training people the next day. Technically, nobody was. My friend had misread the exercise schedule as "8AM and 9AM" instead of "7AM and 8AM." We had planned on meeting up for the 9AM class.
Trying to be responsible, I sent another email trying to make sure we weren't going to meet up for a non-existent class. Of course, I also realized that in order to meet up at 8AM, I'd have to wake up at something like 6AM, on my day off. Not relishing that thought, I told her that if it really was going to be 8AM, or even the earlier 7AM class, I'd probably have to pass. I didn't get a response right away, but I figured she'd be able to get back to me before I had to potentially leave in the morning.
I woke up to an email saying, "crap, you're right, that's not going to work. Well, I'll head over to the 9AM class and meet you afterward." I assumed the time was a typo, but I had to be sure. Figuring a text message would reach her faster than an email, I sent her one of those. Then, I waited. No response for a while, so I didn't leave the house. Trying to be responsible, I also sent an email saying the same thing.
Then, things got interesting. I got a phone call after the allotted time, but it was cut off before we could actually speak to each other (thanks, cell phone carriers). I tried to call her back, but I did not get a response. So, I left a voice mail. After that, it seemed like my friend refused to use the same mode of communication twice in a row. I had just called her, so she replied with an email. Then, I got a text message telling me to call her. I spoke with her, and we adjusted plans to have a late lunch (she suggested Mexican). About twenty minutes after that, I received an email confirming the modified lunch plan. It's a good thing I have a smart phone, or receiving all of those messages would have been quite the ordeal.
Finally, the hour rolled around for me to go pick her up. Knowing we were in for something of a heavy lunch, I hadn't eaten anything. It was also early afternoon, so I was naturally going to be hungry. When I finally got there, the following conversation ensued:
Friend: "Hey, is it okay if my sister joins us?"
Me: "Of course"
Friend: "Okay, awesome. She's on her way down"
Friend: "Oh, and we're going to make you do something incredibly girly."
Me: " ... "
Friend: "We want to do high tea. The place has pink walls." (note: technically, she should've said "afternoon tea," but it was the same idea)
After a prolonged chuckle, we updated the plan yet again. I'd never done high tea, so I figured I'd give it a shot. At worst, I wouldn't like it, so I would at least know enough to definitively turn down an offer next time.
Just for kicks, though, let me recap the story up to this point. We had planned to meet up, but my leg injury threatened to derail the plan. My leg healed, but a schedule/calendar goof made things questionable. We figured out the schedule, but once we got that out of the way, technology (or a certain someone's use of this technology) conspired to complicate things. We figured out how to communicate with these newfangled technologies, only for a last-minute audible to snatch away an actual lunch for me. There would be no burritos in my immediate future.
So, with all of that as a backdrop, I figured I wasn't going to deprive myself of eating a lunch-like meal. To hell with the frou-frou surroundings, I needed sustenance. And that, my friends, is the story of how I went to afternoon tea and ordered a shepherd's pie and coffee.
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