you know what grinds my gears?

Steven and I went to La Bamba for dinner tonight. This was the first time we had been there for dinner as it is usually a lunch place for us. The food is good, the margaritas are good, and the prices are great.

La Bamba is notoriously busy, and tonight was no exception. Rather than wait, we opted to eat at the bar. We like eating at the bar becuase you can chat up the bartender and the atmosphere is oftentimes more fun than in a dining room. It all depends on the place.

From the moment we sat down at the bar we could tell that most of the other people also seated at the bar were drunk. You know how it goes: loud people, laughing, silly stories. We've all been there. But, it is rare that we are drunk at restaurants. Not these people, they were downing their drinks with wild abandon. As our time there progressed, we saw the people become drunker and drunker. At the end of our meal there were a few people who were making fun of the clientele that come to La Bamba on Monday nights.

Monday night at La Bamba is gay night. We have no idea how this happened or really what the draw is for gay people to congregate at a mexican restaurant on a designated night, but Monday night is gay night. And boy, is it gay. We tried to eat there one Monday night in the summer and the line was out the door. That's great. It is good for the restaurant and it is good for the customers. Its a win-win.

Well, back to tonight. The drunk (and ugly) people at the bar were making jokes about the Monday night crowds. One woman (who was hideous looking - yeah, you're cool getting drunk on a Friday night at a Mexican restaurant...anyway) was saying in a loud voice how that on Mondays the customers turn over the stools and offer seats to people. What, are you 10 years old? We were horrified. This is nothing against the owners of La Bamba, but we live in one of the gayest cities in the country. Aren't we past all of this childish bullshit?