Ethnography

Ethnography

October 19, 2014

2 AM Drunks


It’s 2 in the morning and my friend and I decide we could go for some pie and hot chocolate at Village Inn. We tend to always do this all the time actually. When we get there I notice that there’s a few people there. I find this strange because it’s 2 in the morning. I also find it strange that we’re the youngest people there.

Our hostess leads us to our booth to be seated and she’s rather rude about it. This was annoying. Our waitress is a cute blonde girl with braces, probably in High School. She takes our order and of course we decide on two different slices of pie we’ll both like. Our waitress brings out our hot chocolates and then informs us that out pie will be out shortly.

Our pie takes a while so we sit and chat in the meantime. Only about the latest gossip of course. There’s a couple sitting near us and they’re ridiculously loud. I’m assuming that they’re drunk because they’re slurring their words. I laugh to myself because it’s entertaining to see adults drunk and not college kids.

To the far right is a big group of older people. There’s probably bout 10-12 people at their table. It was funny to see them there because you wonder like what are you old people doing at Village Inn at 2 in the morning. Or why is that older couple so drunk. It’s entertaining to see adults tell us to not drink and then see them trashed at Village Inn at 2 in the morning.

The drunk couple has a third wheeler and they’re having the strangest conversations about over grown babies. Of course none of it makes sense. It’s so hard to tell what they’re saying because their words are slurred. This is probably the strangest thing I’ve heard/seen in a long time. Back to the old people party.

They’re all Hispanic and I’m not too sure whether they’re drunk or not. They seem to be having a good time regardless. By this time my friend and I are finished with our pies. The drunk couple and their third wheel are done and leave a generous tip for their waitress. We pay at the front and walk out and the cold hugs us. Stumbling in is yet another drunk old guy. Strangely enough it was funny to witness the old drunks and wonder how and why they were there.

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