The waiter at Moxies was very hot. He made me confess my New Years' Resolution, even though I didn't have one. So I made up that I was going to procrastinate less. Cindy wittingly said that her resolution was to eat out less. He kept harassing Nipuni on how good her pizza was. As if he made it.
When we were waiting to order desert, he was very keen on ignoring us. We were all unsure on how to flag his attention. I made the effort of half standing up in my seat to try and locate where he was. I couldn't seem to find where he was. Then all of a sudden he comes out of nowhere, "You're trying to find me aren't you? You kinda look like that animal that perches up from the ground...what is it called?" Then, Cindy pipes up, "Gopher?" And he's like, "Yes, that's right". I really do think prairie dog, mole or groundhog is more accurate. Oh well, hot waiter, our fling was too short. I didn't even get your name.
I will never forget the hysterical laughter from the bar.
Nor the supernatural presence that was there.