I had tried for a week to get reservations at The Flight Restaurant we went to last night. They told me every time I called that there was nothing open but we could sit on the 112 degree patio ( I dont think so) or we could sit at the bar. We arrived and they asked what name our reservation was under. When I told them the story, rolled my eyes at the patio and explained we would just sit at the bar, All of a sudden they had a table open up upstairs. Woo Hoo! We got a table! On my way up I glanced at the bar with all the fancy people in their suits and formal dresses and it hit me... OMG... We are those people! Those people they hide upstairs. Upon arrival to the second floor I passed all the people in shorts and flip flops, all the people with logo tshirts and jeans, all the people in anything remotely redneck or casual. I looked around and thought... These are my people. Im a second floor kinda gal. I can live with this...
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 13:18:26 +0000
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