Thin Lauren ordered egg whites. Since being penniless has a shed me of a few pounds, I opted for a five egg omelette of bacon, sausage and cheese that somehow refused to be greasy.
While we waited an aged hippie woman parked her car in the loading zone by the restaurant.
An angry old man attached to a small ventilator appeared from nowhere and began yelling at her. He staggered and pointed in all directions.
"I'M GONNA HAVE YOU THROWN OUT!"
The hippie woman played bemused.
"Why am I going to throw up?"
The old coot shot back.
"IT WOULDN'T BE THE FIRST TIME YOU MADE SOMEONE THROW UP! YOU DECLARED WAR ON ME THE DAY YOU MOVED IN!"
The hippie woman dismissed him.
"You've been saying that for fifteen years."
It seems they had a history.
The food arrived while they were trading more school yard barbs.
Before our first bite the man leaned into our table and offered to pay for our breakfast.
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND-"
Lauren cut him off with her hand.
"Sir! We would just like to eat our breakfast!"
He obeyed.
As it turns out the hippie woman owns the business next to Pauline's, and the mad old man is the owner. He is Pauline.
Crazy.
We ordered delicious, freshly squeezed orange-papaya juice to sweeten the bitterness experienced. Meanwhile, the hippie woman talked to another table for well over twenty minutes about her plight with the restaurant's owner.
Time to go.
Beatlemagica band practice proved to be two hours of smiling and laughter.
Their take on the music of The Beatles is not to be missed live.
We open on Wednesday.
My friends Brooke and Josh were married today.
They had their post nuptial party at The Annoyance.
I wore the same pink short sleeve shirt that I've worn to the last four weddings.
I drank beer and felt socially awkward, even among good friends.
Something's wrong with me this summer.
But thank god not everything is about goddamn me.
Today was about Brooke and Josh.
Not social faux pas.
Or forgetting people's names.
Or being miffed by people who snub you.
Or all the things that we're supposed to play nice about.
Verdict: Win
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