Friday Night Fun

I was asked to attend a School Improvement Team meeting on Friday after school. It was supposed to be quick and easy. Little did I know, the fun was just beginning.

The agenda had been changed to include the topic of overcrowding in the Kindergarten classes. One has 30 and the other, 29. Can you imagine trying to deal with that many 4-5 year olds on your own? Not to mention that classloads of this size are breaking the teachers' contracts.

It was a heated meeting with a couple of teachers reaching a tearful climax. I really felt awkward being the only parent there. The only options are doing some split classes (like a kindergarten, first grade split in the same class) or trying to get the instructional assistants to go only to help with overload.

No decision was made as several teachers stormed off after two hours (on a Friday!)

The principal cornered me after. I think she may be crazy since she began to tell me some things that should have never been divulged. She talked to me like I was her best friend. She continued on as I was walking away. I don't know what to make of her. I just know that I don't want to deal with her for fear of her causing more problems.

Some girl friends and I (there were 4 of us) decided to go for dinner and drinks that night. I chose a place that was close to all of our homes and had high hopes since it had changed back to it's original owners.

Upon entering the establishment, my nostrils were offended by a musty, mildew smell. We decided that it was just the entry way and that they must have used some horrible smelling cleaning agent.

It took the waiter/rocket scientist 20 minutes just to get to our table to give us menus. He came back 10 minutes later to take drink orders (I'm still abstaining from alcohol). We all giggled and said at least the company was good. We soon realized that several people had left without eating. It wasn't that busy so there was no excuse for poor service.

The waiter/rocket scientist brought my friend (who is diabetic) a lemonaid instead of an iced tea. He told her to drink it anyway. She took it back to the bar and told the bartender that she couldn't drink it or she would keel over and sue his ass. She was trying to be nice but after an hour the whole thing was ridiculous.

After two hours we finally got our food. I had ordered steak, mixed vegetables and garlic smashed potatoes. Easy, or so I thought. My friend, K, who is the mother of my God daughter ordered the same thing only she wanted hers blackened with no pink. She cut into it and saw that it was medium rare. I took a bite of mine to find that everything was ice cold. I don't mean luke warm, I mean cold! We sent it back.

The waiter/rocket scientist kept coming back to ask another friend if she needed another Corona. We laughed like crazy women since she was drinking an old fashioned and had had at least 4 of them that he had brought to her.

As we giggled, K said she didn't think she was going to make it through the meal. I thought she was kidding but quickly realized that she wasn't kidding. She had just recently let me know that she had been diagnosed with Meniere's Disease (extreme vertigo and nausea). She was having an attack.

I helped her get outside thinking cool air would help, only we were having a severe thunderstorm. She said she was going to drive home. I could see that she could barely walk so I insisted on taking her home.

I got her inside her house and took her husband back with me so he could get her car. She ended up in the hospital for the weekend.

When I got back to the restaurant, my food was, of course, cold again. The waiter/ rocket scientist nuked it in the microwave (again) and I ate it anyway.

The restaurant didn't charge for K's dinner but did charge for her drink. I paid it as I vowed never to eat there again.