Moody Evening

I cheerily. I ask their drink orders and one tells me she is driving but wants a virgin margarita. Ithe other happily reports that she is NOT driving and will therefor be having a flavored margarita. When I ask her what flavor she smiles widely and says "you pick, I trust your instinct". I walk away from the table elated by these two funky old ladies. I get their drink orders right in, bring their chips, and await their drinks at the bar. They order some of the cheapest meals in the restaurant, and chat with me about my major and my hometown until I get a new table.

The next table is a table of 5 women who seem to be having a meeting of some sort. Only 5 are seating, but my ticket says 6, and there is one empty seat at he table. I have to awkwardly interrupt one lady speaking in order to ask if their still waiting on a member of their party. They say yes, and before I can ask about drinks their back to business. I figure I'll go get everyone a water and come back when someone flags me down.

My next table is a group of 4 people, all in their late 20s.  They've been drinking already quite a bit at the bar and are rowdy and demanding. They seem to be separated into two couples. I notice that when the girls try to talk to the male their with, they are almost always shut down or blown off, leading them to talk to each other. I notice at one point one of the couples leaves to the hallway, and seem to have a hushed fight by the bathroom, but return to the table as if nothing happened.

I go back to my Margarita Grandmas and ask if I can get them another drink. They half giggle half scream that they've had plenty, and I say I'll bring them their food shortly.

I return to the Business Women to see six now. Again I have to announce my presence awkwardly ( something I truly hate doing, but I know if I didn't I'd get a comment car sagging I was a horrible server who never checked up on them) they irritatedly put in their order, ranging from a single cream brûlée to a huge enchilada plate.

The Drunkies ask for more alcohol and all order steaks.  The men manage to answer every question I have, place their orders, and hand me back the menus without ever making eye contact with me. The women, as if to compensate, smile and are extremely polite.

Everyone's food comes out without much incident.

The business women complain that their check took too long to come, the Drunkies get a cab called, and the Grandmas ask my name to request me for next time. To saw a bit of all parts of the scale tonight.