The girl at the front eyed us suspiciously, yet still seated us. Maybe she could tell we were really stoned. Or maybe she could tell we might try to walk the ticket. Then she gave us dirty looks when we just ordered "water for now." Why do they always do that? Like I want to pay $2 for a coke. I found out where the payphone was so Brandon could make his call. But he didn't want to find out if he had money, he wanted to peruse the menu first. After the waitress came by twice, he finally called, and we were both relieved to not have to make up some bizarre excuse for leaving after only drinking water. "I'm sorry, but I just found out my mom was hit by an 18 wheeler after she had been on a drinking binge, so we can't stay for dinner." So we ordered.

Sometime before the appetizer came, a couple, obviously on their first date, was seated at the table next to us. Judging by appearance, they both were your typical neo-yuppie. Brandon and I regularly have lulls in our conversation. When you live with someone and talk to them everyday, that tends to happen. During one such lull, I overheard the couple talking. She was talking about going on some sort of missionary trip to Russia or somewhere with poor, underpriviledged children. And he was trying to seem informed about the social situation in Russia too. It was very interesting to hear them discuss this, especially since I'd taken so many classes on Russia. It was very obvious that neither knew a thing about the country, and were only repeating what they had read in a paper, or heard on television.

Brandon and I started giggling uncontrollably. Brandon mumbled something about wanting to watch Charlie's Angels again, because it was so funny. Thankfully, our appetizer arrived, so we were distracted for the time being. But since we were both stoned and munchies were coming on strong, it didn't last very long. So we valiently conversed, ignoring the very boring people next to us.

Another lull, and this time they were discussing what he does. Some job in the "high-tech" industry. I've noticed that people who work in the "high-tech" industry (and especially when they constantly refer to it as such) are very dull people. So here he was going on and on about his job, and she's obviously very bored with the topic. Then it started again. I giggled. I looked at Brandon. I just couldn't keep myself from doing it. He giggled. I said, a little louder than necessary, "We need to buy Meet the Parents. It was really funny when...." Conversation lulled again, and I pretended to stretch my neck the opposite direction, and stared at random paintings.

Our wait-person served our dinner, which was very tasty. We were preoccupied for a little while.

They're discussing movies now. Gladiator, I think. Or something "epic" like that. They actually used the word "epic" to describe Gladiator. Well, we had already determined that these people were rather shallow. I sniggered. It wasn't a giggle, something that could be overlooked. They had to know we were laughing at them. Brandon giggled harder. I fumbled for words, trying to cover up my snigger.

"Did I tell you about that customer at work today?" Brandon's giggling continued. We were saved by our check and their dinner. We paid, and giggled out the door, knowing they were watching us the entire way.