July 14, 2006
2 olives, please
Usually the Martinis that HHmomma likes are minus the olives. Usually a chocolate rim and a strawberry or something else sweet. If you are going to have food in your drink it might as well be something worth eating. Olives? hmm. Don't get my wrong I like to play the olive game on my fingers. Just not with my liquor.
While HHhubby and I were visiting HHgrandparents we were able to enjoy some very adult time with the kids. Not adult in that way-but we went to play give and take at the casino fandango.
We bellied up to a table of three card poker. I always look at partipcating in table games at a casino as bellying up because for christ sakes -you get better service at the card table then at just about any bar. The casino does it best to be sure you are hydrated with liquor and the oxygen levels are unreal. Speaking of has anyone ever been to an oxygen bar? No wonder all those old timers are always in there. The ones that are wheeling around their oxygen tanks and the others probably don't even need a tank of life once they cross through the front door. The oxygen is flowing. Vegas is the worst or best depending upon how you look at the Oxygen situation.
HHhubby and I sat and listen eagerly. We look on like eager students while coached on the "how to's" of three card poker. It was fun. Really going to the casino for HHhubby and I is about hanging out and having some together time. Time together is usually on the short list. We both ordered a drink- played some cards. HHhubby was very lucked and had the best hand of the night with 40-1 odds. Not bad. I knew there was a reason why I kept him around. I reach over to take a drink of my glass of delightfulness. Glass is empty. Very promptly a scantily clad cocktail waitress comes by.
I order a drink.
2 minutes pass.
5 minutes pass
more time , more time ( really this isn't me being impatient) She could have gone to lunch.
So I casually mention to the dealer that the waitress hasn't been back around in awhile and I am drinkless.
She yells to the pit boss "cocktails."
Hmm. We move to another table.
Cocktail waitress comes over "drinks?"
I mention that I had previously ordered a drink that she never brought my yumminess to me
She says " I'm sorry I didn't hear you order."
I explain "are you sure?" "you wrote it down."
She says " I brought the drink you ordered out"
CW walks over to the table we had moved from. With a glass chock full of chocolate martini.
Ouch! HHmomma Bows head in shame.
The tables had these little silver cubbies for the drink. Apparently cocktail superhero was so stealth that no one saw her bring me a drink.
Don't they usually announce your drinks arrival? Maybe I needed her to ring a cowbell. The cocktail waitress usually want a tip.
Okay, I am a complete asswipe. I admit it. Maybe that is what I get for ordering high maintenace drinks at a casino.
Cocktail waitress=big tip.
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