I totally forgot to talk about my funny birthday dinner moment in San Francisco. So we walk into Morton's, a VERY nice restaurant that serves humongous sized portions. Our waitress was super nice and explained that they used a visual menu and excused herself to prepare it. A few minutes later she rolls out this cart filled with all sorts of food and pushes it beside us. HUGE cuts of meat, a Lobster and vegetables. Before beginning she asks if I have a problem with the Lobster being next to me. I shrug it off at first... then say, "Well it's not like it's alive or anything." She tells me that it is and my eyes get huge and I have to force myself not to jump out of my seat. Jake, on the other hand, starts to chuckle. I start to babble and she quickly switches the plates, leaving me embarrassed and Jake with a huge smile. The waitress tries to make me feel better, telling me about stories of people dodging and even her own experience of dropping one that started flailing. All I could think of was she just got another story to add to the list. I'm just glad she mentioned that it was alive. If she hadn't and it moved while next to me I would have been screaming and knocking patrons/tables over to get out of the way.

I've had to deal with live lobsters twice in my life. Both were as a child and both ended comically. When I was in third grade dad invited my favorite teacher, Ms. Bell, and my special Ed teacher, Mr. Ross, for dinner. I have Dyslexia and went to classes. Anyway, dad bought live lobsters and put them in the tub. I was excited about our new 'pets' and asked if we could keep them. Dad said no, saying that they needed salt water to live and went back to preparing the meal. A moment later he saw me running out of the kitchen with salt shaker in hand. I was inches away before he realized and caught up with me. The second time he had taken us to The Palm, another swanky restaurant. After ordering lobster tail the waiter excused himself and came back with a Lobster in hand. He asked if this was appropriate and I replied, "For what?" He explained it was going to be my meal before dad could stop him. I have always been sensitive about animals and such, so this didn't end well. I started bawling my eyes out and dad asked the perplexed waiter to take it way. Dad started consoling me, asking if I wanted Scallops instead. I said (while crying), "Wi.. will they bring that out too?" Both the waiter and my dad said "NO" in unison. Scallops it was.

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