Ever have a day that was going reall well and then someone comes along with their pettiness and fucks it all up? My New Year's was like that.

It started out as a relaxing lazy day. Played on the Xbox most of the day. Outlaw Golf, if you have an Xbox, rent it...it's worth it. About 5:00, I take MonkeyBoy to the movies, we go and see The Wild Thornberry's Movie. It was a good movie and we had a good time. Day was going good. Soon as we get home, the wife is ready to go with Icebear Jr. and we head to the sushi place. It's sort of become our New Year tradition to go to the sushi place, so we head out. Our evening is going good and it seems like it's going to be a good New Year's. And then she starts in.

The sushi place we go to, in order to get more business or something, has been adding specialties to the all you can eat menu. On New Year's, they added what's called a Fuji roll and the Eel Roll. One thing to keep in mind is that there is also eel sushi, which is normally on the all you can eat menu, but it's an extra $.50 each time you order one. Anyway, this family has been sitting behind us and talking and talking and blah blah blah. They're talking loud enough that I can hear that they're not only ordering the all you can eat, but they're also getting other stuff that's not on the all you can eat menu. We're there about 45 minutes or so when they get their check and the shit hits the fan.

Apparently, they can't read a little blue piece of paper and tell what's sushi and what's a roll. Apparently, they ordered 11 pieces of the eel sushi (which comes to a whopping $5.50 extra) thinking it was the eel roll, which was supposed to be included with the all you can eat. They try blaming the waitress for telling them that what they were ordering was the right stuff, but I know that they were lying. The waitresses there are anything but shifty and lying. It just pissed me off that this woman wouldn't take responsibility for her own mistake and was trying to blame the poor waitress. She kept saying it was her fault and that she wasn't going to come back here again. She just kept on and on and on and on.

I finally started to get really tired of it so I started complaining to the wife. Actually, I was trying to say shit loud enough for the stupid bitch to hear me, I was just acting like I was talking to the wife (who, by the way wasn't paying me or the dumb bitch any attention). Unfortunately, the lady was too busy running her fuckin' mouth to hear me. She finally gets ready to go and as her and her daughter leave she says, "Well, I'm never coming back here again." I said good, but I still don't think she heard me. Meanwhile, her husband or boyfriend or whoever the fuck he was, heads to the counter to pay and complains about the tab again. I finally said aloud, "What a bitch." This got the wife's attention. She tells me to shut up and at least wait until they're gone before I say something. I was hoping the fucker heard me.

Anyway, he pays the bill and leaves without so much as looking over at me. I was kind of hoping he'd start some shit, I was in a feisty mood. But oh well. What makes matters worse is that the woman, the one who bitched all the time, has been to that restaurant plenty of times and she knows how things work. She should have known what was on the menu. The bitch.

It almost ruined my damn New Year's but I didn't let it. After we finished eating, we headed over to the in-laws for a while. I hit the liquor store and got some Bailey's and Butterscotch Schapps and we had slippery nipple shooters until midnight. I was hoping to get drunk, but by the time we left I was already sobering up. Guess I needed something stronger than the shots and a 6-pack of beer. Oh well.

It was a pretty fun New Year's, so I guess that's the important thing.

Here's to a good 2003 for all of ya.

Da' Bear

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