Consider this for a moment, if you will:
Its New Year’s Eve, you and your man are all duded up for a night out on the town (and looking quite good, I’d like to add), it’s approaching seven o’clock, and you’re only halfway to where the live show and the midnight champagne toast beckons.
And, let’s just say that the whole traffic rugby scrum around the “King Of Prussia” mall is a mess, you don’t have any dinner reservations anywhere near Doylestown, so the two of you just decide to wing it, and see what happens, because, you see, this is what you both do, and it always seems to work out fine in the end.
And, while you’re driving past all of the diners and pizza places to Doylestown (where, of course, the live show and champagne beckons), you both see that all of the parking lots are full.
Packed. Beyond packed. Packed to the gills, packed. There’s not even a parking space left in the local diner, let alone the Wawa on the corner.
You’d both like something nice to eat, but considering the hunger pangs, you end up at the “Ruby Tuesday” in Warrington, Pennsylvania.
And, since both of you like to take chances, it doesn’t take long before you both understand you’re just in the right spot at the right time.
Forget the 45 minute wait, we’ll eat at the bar, thank you very much!
And, then you find yourself entirely entertained by Sean and John, who, despite being entirely overwhelmed by the bar crowd (including tracking down a party of kids who stiffed them for a dinner check!) somehow managed to make you laugh, keep your wine glass full and serve you a really nice dinner all at the same time.
Rattling the chains, indeed!
Well, no, this isn't what Rudy looked like earlier this evening during his "Hardball" interview with Matthews from, of course, Florida.
