I'm not BP!

On our last night at Calaway Gardens we headed over to the Country Store restaurant.  This was one of the nicest places we ate at during the weekend.  It was on the side of the highway and had a great view into the valley below.  Think of Cracker Barrel but smaller and cuter.

We sat down, all twelve of us, and within a few minutes the waitress brought our drinks.  It didn't feel like much more time had passed before they were bringing our dinner to us.  I was bragging about my gnome that came to dinner with us and we were having a great time.

That's when all the dinner manners I had ever known in my life left me.  I reached across the table and as I brought a plate toward me, I knocked my tea (sweet) into my lap.  OH MAN that was some cold tea!

Immediately, my family came to the rescue.  I had four cloth napkins in my lap trying to soak up the fluid. Then I looked up and realized I had became entertainment for everyone.

Everyone pointed out that it looked like I had just peed myself, and they were right.  It was like I had peed myself, but colder.

As they laughed, I thought back to December of 2007.  It wasn't that long ago really.  I'm sure the people involved still remember it. Here's the blog I posted that day:

Last night we went to dinner with my group from work. We had all decided to get our spouses and go out for a nice dinner.

I admit, this is not a comfort setting for me. I was on my best behavior. Our salads were brought out and I didn't take a bite until everyone had been served. I was really watching the details to keep my manners.

As the dinner went on I began to relax a bit. As I took a sip of my sweet tea through the little black straw, someone asked one of my coworkers a question about work. It was a simple question about something that happened only an hour earlier. The coworker shrugged her shoulders like she didn't know.

That's when I spit sweet tea on the guy across the table from me.

Not on purpose. It's just what happens when you try and take me out.

I didn't think that the girl shrugging her shoulders was that funny. I think I just had a small cough that I couldn't suppress fast enough. With tea in mouth, and hands down by my plate, I started to turn my head. I wasn't fast enough. The tea sprayed out between my lips as if I was a sprinkler.

Everyone started chuckling. Everyone except for the guy across from me. I apologized and explained that it's hard taking me anywhere nice. That's a good way to make an impression on my coworkers' families.\

"So who was the freak spitting tea?" That's what they were saying as they drove home.

"MAN! That was stupid!" That's what I was saying on the way home.

At least nobody got spit on this time.  Nobody was affected by my spill but myself.  It's not like I'm BP.

Midway through dinner my nephew was looking for his napkin.  He looked to his dad and asked where it might have gone.  My brother replied, "I had to give it to your uncle".   Ok.  So one person was affected.