poetrybetween

So tonight was the official thanksgiving with part of my family. I went to Deux Cheminees, which for those of you not in Philly, is over-priced but amazing french restaurant. But the night started off with us running horribly late, traffic sucking, my mother freaking out, and me lightly threatening a maitre' d. Alas the worst part of the night was a two-fold problem.
The room was small, with a fire blazing, and we were seated in the middle of the room in front of the fire. Towards the end of the dinner the tables on either side of us began to 'make a fuss'. First there was the girl who sat down and puled out her cell phone and started chatting about what a nice restaurant her boyfriend had taken her to. The room was the size of a bedroom and there were only the three tables (and I won't even get into how much it costs) and this bitch is talking in the cell phone voice in the middle of it.
the other problem, though less offensive on a moral level was far more irritating on a personal level. the couple sitting behind me got engaged before the desserts. Which would have been fine if it wasn't for the crying and the jackass explaining the quality of the diamond to her while looking her deeply into her sobbing eyes.
Poke me with a fork.