Since you asked
I know there are only about 3 people who read this who DON'T know what "Valentine's Day Massacre" is, so lemme 'splain. (It's more of a "you had to be there" story, but whateves.)
Valentine's Day '03: a group of we Baltimore singletons (and Robert and his BF, but they were troopers for putting up with a bunch of single, horny people) headed to Germano's for a lovely evening of food, wine, and company. Fuck Cupid and all that coupley crap. We had each other.
Well, the reservation was for 8 PM, and there about 10 or 12 of us. We showed up on time, and waited. Then we waited. Oh, and waited some more. Finally, around 10 PM, we were sat. At this point, desperately needing wine, and just pissed off. Especially since we were the ONLY non-couple in the joint. We got upstairs to the table, sat around for another 45 minutes or so until someone actually waited on us, and then learned that they had run out of half of the menu. Brilliant.
By the time we actually ate, I think it was midnight. (Correct me if I'm wrong, guys). The food was sub-par, the service was terrible, and none of us were any closer to getting laid than we were at the beginning of the night. (Except for Robert).
So there you have it: Valentine's Day Massacre. NOT to be repeated. This year, it'll be a few singletons at a cool restaurant, celebrating our single status. We are, afterall, really fabulous people. Even the non-singletons. :)
Valentine's Day '03: a group of we Baltimore singletons (and Robert and his BF, but they were troopers for putting up with a bunch of single, horny people) headed to Germano's for a lovely evening of food, wine, and company. Fuck Cupid and all that coupley crap. We had each other.
Well, the reservation was for 8 PM, and there about 10 or 12 of us. We showed up on time, and waited. Then we waited. Oh, and waited some more. Finally, around 10 PM, we were sat. At this point, desperately needing wine, and just pissed off. Especially since we were the ONLY non-couple in the joint. We got upstairs to the table, sat around for another 45 minutes or so until someone actually waited on us, and then learned that they had run out of half of the menu. Brilliant.
By the time we actually ate, I think it was midnight. (Correct me if I'm wrong, guys). The food was sub-par, the service was terrible, and none of us were any closer to getting laid than we were at the beginning of the night. (Except for Robert).
So there you have it: Valentine's Day Massacre. NOT to be repeated. This year, it'll be a few singletons at a cool restaurant, celebrating our single status. We are, afterall, really fabulous people. Even the non-singletons. :)
posted by Hilary at
1:49 PM
4 Comments:
don't forget that they brought the appetizers AFTER the main course. and that when the ravioli came there were literally 4 of them on a plate.
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Robert, at 6:32 AM
wait, wait... nfl was with us (wtf was that abooot?), cori threatened some asian dude, i found $20 on the street AND a bananas in pajamas action figure. all in all, a great evening. minus germanos. and the excess urine.
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chiquita yellow gold, at 7:19 AM
um, bananas in pajamas action figure makes up for it all, helloooo!!! not so much massacre as celebration!
i'll be spending my vday with kanye. making out.
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Ratface, at 8:46 AM
oh, and don't forget when nikki got out and stood in the parking space. it was awesome.
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Jessica, at 10:21 AM
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