Posts Tagged ‘United States Naval Academy’

Stacey thanks her Memorial Day Weekend house-guest

Monday, May 31st, 2010

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As I said in yesterday’s post, Grey’s roommate Matt from the Naval Academy came to visit with us for a few days this weekend. I can honestly say, due to us moving on Friday, the house has never been more disgusting for a house guest. Of course, of all visitors, Matt could have cared less. The fridge was stocked with Pabst Blue Ribbon (only the best for our guests!) and that seemed to be all he and Grey needed (besides a few rounds of golf) to keep them happy.

Matt certainly kept Ollie entranced by his charms. One morning at breakfast I overheard Matt telling him things like, “Unit, Core, God, County” and “Stop eyeballin’ me, boy!” Ollie was both scared and in awe of his Uncle Matt, which, oddly enough, was my first impression of him too.

Our dinner conversations were unlike any I’ve had in ages, including topics like the joys of a vasectomy and untimely boners. At night, while watching sporting event after sporting event on TV, the guys swapped sea stories and reminisced about their time at the Academy when neither of them had any regard for authority. As true girls’ girl, I felt privy to a world of man-talk the likes of which I’d only dreamed! ¬†We had a great time catching up!!

It was great seeing Grey's good buddy! Here are the two guys at Matt's wedding (where Grey was his best man). We can't wait to get down to HOT-lanta later this summer to visit Matt, his wife Laura, and their two kiddos!

It was great seeing Grey's good buddy! Here are the two guys at Matt's wedding (where Grey was his best man). We can't wait to get down to HOT-lanta later this summer to visit Matt, his wife Laura, and their two kiddos!

Stacey thanks the waitress that put up with a whole lot of crap

Sunday, May 30th, 2010

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Last night we went to Cantler’s in Annapolis with Grey’s roommate Matt who was in town for a few days visiting since he had a work event. The first batch of blue crabs of the season didn’t disappoint, not to mention our little feast following a day of the pool, golf, and sunshine — so all of us were in a great mood.

However, the people sharing our table at the restaurant — a party of 13 no less — were a total nightmare. We couldn’t help but overhear how rude they were to our waitress (who was a cute college kid just trying to make a few bucks). They were complaining that their crabs were too small and at one point, one of the girls actually got out a ruler and measured one. Even though they were clearly just jerks, the waitress brought them a bunch of new crabs on the house and the party had the gall to tell her to send them back because they “are never coming back anyway.” Then they proceeded to call the waitress of slew of names including moron and bitch. I have never in my life seen anyone, let alone that many people, so obnoxious at a restaurant before.

Maybe it’s the fact that I was a waitress in college, but I can’t stand it when people are rude to their server for no reason. These people didn’t even bother to leave a tip and actually haggled with the manager about even paying their bill! Despite being well dressed and outwardly normal-looking, these people were pure trash. It’s pathetic this poor girl probably got way more of a tip from our little party of three and a baby than a group of thirteen!

So I wanted to dedicate this post to waiters and waitresses — especially this weekend where lots of drunk, sunburned patrons are coming into restaurants everywhere acting like assholes. Thanks for putting up with a whole lot of rude crap for way too little money!

Ollie of course was more interested in all the boats than in smiling for the camera or eating crabs.

Ollie of course was more interested in all the boats than in smiling for the camera or eating crabs.

Of course, he was totally pumped about getting to use a wooden mallet all through dinner.  If all restaurants offered blunt weapons on the table, Ollie would be a diner's dream!

Of course, he was totally pumped about getting to use a wooden mallet all through dinner. If all restaurants offered blunt weapons on the table, Ollie would be a diner's dream!