My friend, Bonzai

For the sake of sheer embarassment, I've decided to change my dear friend's name to Bonzai for this entry. He is grateful. My sister and I decided to go to dinner this week and invite my friend, Bonzai, who we hadn't seen in months. We met at Red Lobster and all was going well. Bonzai is a very sassy friend and we enjoyed listening to his take on his recent jaunt to Europe for a month. We also enjoyed the story he shared of a girl that considers him her boyfriend and he doesn't feel the same way. During these conversations, and him holding back on a 'whopper' story, I threatened to contact this 'girlfriend' myself. I reached across the table to grab his phone and promptly tipped over his full glass of water, shattering the glass against the table, and sending water and glass all over his lap. We were all in hysterics, except Bonzai who was making sure he wasn't wounded. I don't know how I managed to do it all so fast, but it was a scene. We had to call over a waitress for more napkins and for her to vacuum up shards of glass that were on the seat and floor. Once Bonzai felt he was safe enough to stand up, he scooted out of the bench. Yes, it looked like he had wet himself. No doubt about it. Crotch covered and all down the back of his legs. I felt so bad, but we were all laughing so hard! We stayed for another 20 min, while Bonzai made sure there were no glass shards imbedded in his skin and for his pants to dry out some. We were at dinner for 3 hours and it flew by. Bonzai is one of my favorite friends and I seldom get to see him. Thank you, Nic and Bonz, for a great night out! I wouldn't be surprised if I'm banned from Red Lobster in the future. (I'll have pics to upload soon, as soon as I figure out how to get them off my cell phone camera)