It's a funny feeling really. Walking into a restaurant with a group of friends, having a hell of a time, and just knowing that the employees are in the back drawing straws to find out who is going to have serve the group of teenagers. Well, they may as well be because well, we had a great time, but I don't think I can say the same for the waiter. In no particular order, we more or less de-moralized the waiter along with the overall job of being a waiter, made a fat mess, got into an argument over the tip that I'm pretty sure could be heard in Cambodia, which eventually settled at us jokingly (yet convincingly) saying that if we couldn't agree then we just wouldn't leave a tip at all (all of this happening with the waiter looming overhead), butted in and took over a "Happy Birthday" song, and probably pissed off a few people here and there.
    I should start by saying that we went to Outback Steakhouse, down in Marin City. We had decided on this after many weeks of my friend Peter Blanchard (not the one in the story below) and I talking about how we wish there was a place at Redhill, where we go for lunch at school, that sold ribs or something of the sort in a quick and efficient manner so we could have them for lunch (such as kebobs). But alas, there was nothing. So we looked at each other and immediately knew the only answer. Outback.

    So then the idea was set, we just needed to figure out a day. A glorious day in which we would go feast upon the delicious steak and ribs served with the fantastically-amazing barbecue sauce. We would call it, "Steak Night" which we may or not have gotten from the popular sitcom Scrubs. Nevertheless, it was a fantastic idea.

    But what if we could make it better. We could. Invite more people. that is where Jimmy Kramer and Gilbert Leonor came in. Gilbert, the king of all trolls, was their to enhance the experience because well, he doesnt care what people think about him. Many people claim the same, but Gilbert is really the only person who I know it as a fact. Jimmy came along for the fun of it. He makes things more fun just by being around.
    We eventually decided on a Friday, because well, it was the weekend and let's face it. It's Friday. So while we asked our parents for money and Peter was on the floor begging for use of the family car from his dad, we were waiting, knowing we were almost there.
    I may have forgotten to mention that it was tuesday. As you may be able to imagine, that was one of the longest weeks in all of human history. It couldn't have been longer if I had been locked in a basement without lights or food. Every class went by and all I could think about was the mind boggling sensation of an enormous plate of ribs, big enough to feed a horse, that I would finally be able to sink my teeth into when the holy time had finally come. On thursday night, I more or less began fasting to make sure that I would be able to eat anything and more importantly anything we ordered.
    Finally Friday came, and after my classes we hung out and eventually set off. When we got their we were greeted by a somewhat attractive hostess and were shown our seats. We ordered the "Bloomin' Onion" as an appetizer, or really Peter ordered it because before I could even have a second piece it was gone. We looked at him and you could see the shame in his eyes. He regretted eating that for a while. After some fun and food and of course the uprising of all hell, we argued over the tip, sarcastically shouted "Well fine if we can't agree on a tip we just wont leave one at all!" which got the waiters attention. Then we left a generous tip and left.
    It was fantastic. So good in fact we will be doing it again soon.