Jabber Jaw... So this weekend ranked up there on the "All Time Ten Most Boring Weekends" list. Although it didn't quite start out like that.

For the past few weeks Rachel and I have been working out three times a week at the Curris Center. It's got the same equipment as the wellness center, but not all the people. The plan is to workout MWF because I work on T and Th and weekends are free. We decided to bypass that Friday night because Rachel had to work in Benton until 6. If you didn't already know, Benton, KY is the seventh layer of hell(leaving the eighth layer for Mayfield). When she got into Murray we decided to grub a bit. Usually this means Applebee's or August Moon, but Friday we decided to try out Vitello's. When we got there things didn't seem to bad.

Little did we know, three groups of 10+ had been seated simultaneously right before we walked in. Our orders were literally directly behind thirty others. Of course they let us know when we were seated that it might be a minute because of all the people. Throw some bread at me and give me a drink, and I'll be content to sit until you bring me my food. It was nice to sit there and just talk for like an hour and a half. The only downside was our waitress. We relish our dining experiences and gauge our waiters/waitress' based on how difficult we think their job might be. Both of us have waited tables in our life, Rachel for about a year, and me for countless times in the past. I liked the job and think myself good at it. Well some time ago we had the most timid waitress ever at Cracker Barrell. She would stand about five feet from the table and stare at us until she decided we might need something. When she asked us, "Can I get anything else for you" I had to lower my tone. I was afraid that if I spoke in a normal tone she might crap herself or simply pass out. Well that was one end of the waiting spectrum, and Friday was the other. I could tell this girl was fairly new to the waiting game, and was a bit overloaded with all the people. Apparently until Friday night, the crowd had been adequate, but not rushed at this fine establishment. She kept coming to the table about every 2.5 minutes to give us another update on our food. I have to commend her for making sure we knew we weren't forgotten, but damnit woman give us some space so we can carry on a conversation. This might not seem like to bad of a thing, but after about an hour and a half of this it got a bit annoying. She honestly asked us at one time if our food was alright, and we had nothing on the table but drinks and some leftover oil from the bread an oil they give out.

Once she brought the appetizer, I was anxious to get out of there. Simply put, I wanted to get away from this talkative woman. The toasted ravioli was probably one of the best I've had in my time. I remember my days in Tuscany and this topped that. Well I've never really been to Tuscany, but I imagine this is fairly close to it. Quickly after our appetizers came, so did our entree's. Rachel had a personal pan Margherita pizza and I had spaghetti with Italian Meatballs. I know the spaghetti may sound a bit reserved, but I've found that the quality of a meatball in a restaurant will deem its overall quality. The noodles were thin and plentiful, the meatballs were definitely homemade, and the sauce was a little much. I like a lot of sauce with my pasta, but this took the cake. I've never had a plate where I didn't eat all of the sauce, but there was probably a good cup of sauce left over after this meal. I actually was happy with this, because I'd rather have too much than to little. All in all the food was good, and we got to hear the first set of Dick and Jane playing in the bar area. I think we will return, only at a less busy time.

Saturday, Rachel went home, and I had grand plans to clean up and do laundry but I actually did nothing. Sunday was much the same. I watched t.v. and vegged out. Sunday afternoon I took Rachel to my parents house to pick up her new Ipod Shuffle that dad got for her, and admired his new Nano he got for himself. Reread that sentence...He got a shuffle for Rachel, a Nano for himself, and nothing for anyone else. Like he's ever going to use the Nano. Can you detect some anger here? Enough of that.

After walking through Wal-Mart last night and seeing about half the people I graduated high school with, and about 75% of the people that went to my high school, I welcome to move to Jackson. I am ready to start again in a new place. New friends, new job, new home, and more importantly, more stuff to do. A movie theater that doesn't show only what they deem wholesome, a plethora of restaurants and other food buying opportunities. I don't mean that I am running from Murray, simply that it is time for something new. A place where I can be a stranger in Wal-Mart and not have to pretend like I want to talk to the people that I once knew, but no longer am in contact with. Is that wrong of me?  ¶ Monday, February 27, 2006