Not So Famous…

I mentioned that I was sick on Saturday, which was my birthday. Sunday, however, I felt well, and we decided to head off to Firestone-Walker brewery in Paso Robles. Contrary to what their website seemed to indicate, Firestone-Walker had no food available, so our lunch was moved down the timescale for the afternoon.  In talking to the FW Bartender, we found that Paso Robles had a pub called the Crooked Kilt. Perfect, right?

At the Crooked Kilt, the waitresses must wear mini-kilts as part of their uniform, of course, and our waitress was quite pretty, so everyone at the table agreed.  Even more pertinent to the story, our waitress appeared to be flirting pretty openly with Gabe, who was not responding at all, to his credit. She appeared to trip right next to him and touched his arm for support. She hinted that she’d be off at 10 that evening…etc.  She was making all kinds of eye contact with Gabe.

At one point, Daniel offered to buy Andrew a bottle of nice alcohol if he would…do something.  We weren’t sure what.  Andrew didn’t agree to do it or not, so we didn’t really know what to expect.

At one point, the waitress came back, and before she could say anything, Andrew reached his arm around Gabe’s shoulders and rubbed his shoulder lovingly.  Gabe turned BEET RED and was stunned into complete immobility.  The waitress quickly asked if everything was ok, and when we responded in the affirmative, left the table without looking at Gabe, never to return.

We laughed, a lot.  And Daniel bought Andrew a bottle of Framboise Liqueur, which was absolutely exquisite. Gabe vowed revenge, and appears to be biding his time.  Daniel, Julie and Andrew will be the targets of said vengeance, but the Dow Clan will be spared, since all we did was laugh. You would have too.