evening reviewed

So Manda had this crazy idea tonight that we should go to Perkins for dinner. I found this very curious as this is not a place that I frequent. In fact I would go so far as to say that given a choice between the hungry heffer and perkins I would pick the hungry heffer. Well as it turns out Manda was in the christmas spririt today and took her whole offices' collection of gift certificates from their complimentary gift bags that they received for some service they provided (of course without their knowledge). I admire a women like this; someone who thinks outside the box on how to provide for her family. So I begrudgingly agreed to go to perkins on the one condition that we have to go before six o'clock so that we may have the best people watching experience while we eat. All I can say is that I was not disappointed. And as an added bonus when we arrived we found out that tonight kids eat free; so the screaming was also complimentary. Shortly upon our arrival an older couple arrived in the booth behind us. The husband is an ex-alcoholic who is now limited on his dining options to establishments that are prohibited from serving alcohol. The wife is heavy set (think eating the hungry heffer all you can eat buffet for many years); her outfit is complimented by years of black hills gold jewlery (obviously bought over many x-mas's for her by her alchy husband). The husband is rail thin with a deep 50+ years smoker voice. First thing he orders is a caraffe of coffee for himself. Being the observant type, the couple was well versed on tonights dinner specials: 9.95 for the heffer platter. He of course gets his heffer platter well done as he's fried all his taste buds from years of smoking and drinking. After placing their orders they proceed to start arguing about the husband wanting to give some other lady a classy gift of one sort or the other. The wife was obviously quite ticked about this and convinced him that he shouldn't give her a gift. Now mind you during this they are engaged in a more heated argument than that time when they couldn't remember if the wal-mart across from their trailer was open 24 hr's or not. Onto the next subject about how he won't ever go to the doctor. Again...you get the gist. With our dinner entertainment out of the way we venture home, look at the clock, and go: "oh my god...it's only six o'clock!!"