There I was. Guitar in my hands, microphone in front of me, and a full band behind me. Sound like a concert? Sorta. It's more like a concert practice...
Practice. It was 10:00pm and we had 7.5 songs to go through. Little did we know that we would be there until 4:00am practicing...
After packing up our equipment, we went to Waffle House. That's right. Waffle House. The cool 24-hour diner kinda deal. The place where sleep deprived truck driver's go to get a good meal. Have I ever been there before? Nope! But I was willing and ready to try it!
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| (Julian Smith quotes are part of my everyday lingo) |
After we walked in, and were happily greeted by the cook, I had a seat with the rest of the band. The waitress walked by and said "Can I get you guys something to drink?" Of course, at 4:30 in the morning, I ordered a nice, tall glass of 2% malk. (I wish my friends would've said "Just give the man his freaking mulk!" but unfortunately, they didn't)
The next question awaiting me came from the calm voice of the waitress (contrasting the slap happy, annoying, "we're-not-high-on-drugs" voices coming from our table full of exhausted musicians) asking us if we were ready to order... I was not ready for this. I was too tired. I was confused. I consulted my menu full of delicious foods and outrageous prices, and met the waitress with a blank stare. "I'm not sure..." I said, "Do I want a waffle? Or something on my waffle?" The rest of the table roared in laughter! The guys, on the account of being slap happy, found my reponse to be hysterical. I asked the waitress how long she would wait for me... dumb question... And long story short, she moved on to another table. (I don't blame her one bit)
When she came back, I was prepared. I was ready. I was ready to order like a biscuit was made for gravy. I proudly said "I want... a waffle. A waffle with apples and cinnamon." No, I didn't want twelve... (oh snap! 2nd julian smith reference!) I just wanted one waffle. And it was the most delicious waffle I've ever eaten.
