OK, I'm not getting this...

I was hungry when Carol got home so we went to this Chinese Buffet place not far from the house. Nothing special about this place. I don't know a bout you, but these buffet places have been springing up everywhere, and most times these places fail. this one has been going strong for a couple of years now.

We get there early, before the dinner rush. But there's something odd about this place that I can't explain. Friday nights turn out to be Latino Night of the Chinese Buffet. No clue why this happens. We can go there any other night of the week, and there's never as many Hispanics in the place as there are on Friday nights.

The place was empty when we got there. About halfway though our dinner, this 14-person part comes in the door. The busboy starts rearranging tables next to us. Sure enough, Latino Night has started.

But this was a bit odd. As usual, more than half the people were kids under the age of 7. Not a big deal. But then I notice that one of the guys is in a tuxedo. OK, so I'm starting to stereotype in my mind, thinking maybe he was a waiter at some upscale restaurant somewhere. But that's when I notice the woman. She's got a jacket on (that she continues to wear through most of dinner). Then I see the white satin dress. And the white flat shoes that she's wearing. And the baby's breath in her hair... oh my God, is this a wedding reception??? None of the other adults seam to be as "dressed" as these two. The "bride" takes her jacket off. The dress is backless - no wonder she's cold. There's pictures and video being taken. I'm just not getting this... I've got to remember to take my digital camera out with me more often...

Now to add insult to injury, I can't stand when parents don't control their kids at a buffet. What you don't need is some kid running around underneath you as you are trying to navigate the buffet with a full plate of food. What's even worse is a toddler who is coughing his lungs out (at least it sounds that way) anywhere near the food. It's one of my MAJOR pet peeves...

On the way out, at another table, I hear a young teenager cry "Why did I put soy sauce on my macaroni and cheese!"

They're back... they're mocking me... they're sitting on my driveway... time to go ruffle some feathers...

It might get up to 60° on Sunday. I need to get out and enjoy it somehow - get out of this house. No new job listings today. Figures.