The 4 week Dinner At the Olive Garden

So today I was watching the St. Patrick's Day Parade(4 Days before St. Patrick's Day) on Broad St, in Center City Philadelphia. During this Jolly Good Time My Best Friend Ron calls me on the Tele. When I answered he was inquiring if Me & the Wife Angela would like to accompany him, his brother Michael & there friend Snitcher to Dinner at the Olive Garden. Now when he first brought this up I replied that I was not interested because of the strained muscle in my ribcage. I then told Ron I would call him back after I discussed it with the Wifey a bit further. After I got off the phone with him I spoke with the Mrs. on the topic of Dinner at Olive Garden. Angela thought it was a great Idea and was hoping I agreed. I told her I would go, if she wanted to. She simply replied, "Ok, Yea I think it would be fun." I called Ron back at 3pm and he stated they would meet us up at my house shortly, that they would leave there around 3:30pm. I laughed as I hung up the phone and told the Wife that they were supposed to leave at 3:30pm and would be here by 5pm. She laughed since they only live 10 minutes away. She & I both knew that they were running on RON TIME.

Around 4:45pm The Gairo Boys & Mike Snitcher showed up in Snitzys Dodge Durango. Angela & I were already in the truck and we headed off to the Olive Garden. Once there we were greeted with an hour wait per the Wait staff. The whole bunch of us proceeded to stand in the hallway in front of the restaurant making funny noises and comments and being loud and obnoxious as usual. To make a long story short we were then seated and began ordering, food was descent but it took them like an hour between our salads and our main dishes. By that time most of us were not hungry anymore, I hate when that happens. When our main dishes came we scarfed them down as if we were hungry and finished our meal.

Thinking back, that waiter really sucked. Plus I think he was having eye sex with my wife. Not sure about that I will have to ask Ron, if he noticed it too.


Anyways moving closer to our Yearly Pilgrimage to the Bar on St. Patrick's Day, I think we convinced Snitzy to meet up with us after work on the 17th. WOOHOO The more the merrier.


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