Undisclosed - Zach Bo1inger
The Kilroy's Kirkwoods Waitress story
I'm at Kilroys on Kirkwood with my friend Chris. We got a really cute waitress. I'm being as smooth as a computer geek can be. Which basically consists of "What do you recommend?" and "Oh, those sound good." I ended up ordering one of her recommendations - a Philly cheesesteak.
I don't like peppers, so I asked if I could get it with just mushrooms and cheese. I ordered a Killians to go with it. When the drinks came, I got a pitcher and chris just got a plain old glass. I asked Chris if I ordered a pitcher. The waitress said, "No I just brought that because we have the happy hour special."
"You're looking out for me," I said then turned to Chris, "She likes me." I looked back at her, and she had a big friendly smile.
A couple minutes later, she came out and told me that mushrooms don't come on the Philly cheesesteak, and they would cost extra. I told her that I can afford the finer things in life like mushrooms on a sandwich. She laughed and went back to the kitchen.
Chris and I were sitting there talking and a girl walked by with a tattoo of a bunch of grapes on her shoulder. I commented on the tattoo, and Chris suggested it may be a tribute to the Roman god of wine. Neither one of us could recall his name. The next time the waitress came out, I asked her if she knew the Roman god of wine's name.
"Oh my god!" she said, "I should know this! I love wine and my friends bought me two books about wine."
"Oh, you're a reader?" I inquired.
"Not really," she said "I would like to be, but I'm working two jobs and going to school."
"Oh," I said - a little disappointed "you did seem to be a bit of an intellectual."
We talked a little bit about wine, school and reading. I didn't ask her major, though. I always feel like it's such a cliche to ask that, even though you can gain a lot of insight from it.
After Chris and I finished eating, my friend Mike called me on my cell phone. He asked what I was doing. I told him I was eating and that I was considering asking the waitress out. We talked a little about our plans and I told him I was probably going out to Kilroy's Sports Bar later on. I realized after I hung up that I should have made sure the waitress wasn't around before i talked about asking her out.
Chris and I paid our bills and left. I noticed on the check that the Waitress' name was Mary Beth. I'm always real bad about asking names when I meet people. Luckily that bit of information was right there for me. Not that I did anything with it. Like a good little computer geek, I never did get up the courage to ask her out.
We went to the comedy club, but they had the same comedians I had seen the week before. We ended up at Uncle Fester's House of Blooze because Chris liked the name. Mike met up with us there, but it wasn't his scene so we left. We went to Kilroy's Sports.
At about 2:00 AM, a girl in the crowd yells out "Hey" I yelled "Hey" back to her and smiled. "You don't remember me, do you?" she asked. The truth was, I had a couple drinks and I hadn't even focused on her face yet. Her comment drove me to make the extra effort to get a little closer and see who it was. It was Mary Beth.
"Of course I remember you," I said. I turned to Chris and said, "It's our waitress. This is the one who wants to read but doesn't have enough time."
"Yeah!" she said "that's me."
We smiled and nodded a little, and she went on her way. Chris looked dumbfounded.
"You're an idiot," he said, "You say you want to meet a woman, and there she goes."
It took a couple seconds for the thought to register. Chris was right. I went and found Mary Beth and asked her what was fun to do after Sports closes. First she said Bluebird has live music until 2:30, then she realized 2:30 was twenty minutes away. "Axis!" she said, "You should go to Axis." She looked at me like she had just solved all my problems and I was going to have the time of my life at Axis.
Is that where you are going to be?" I asked.
Out of nowhere, some girls throws herself between us and declares, "I'm her roommate and she's going home with me!" I was shocked.
Mary Beth pulled this girl aside. "It's okay, this is the guy from Kirkwood," she said. The interloper girl smiled and left.
"I'm going home after this," Mary Beth said. "Do live here, or are you traveling?"
"Actually, I live in Terre Haute," I answered, "but I come down here a lot."
"Come see me again at the restaurant," she said. Then she left with her friend.
It was actually a good thing. I had been up since 5:30 and like I said, I had a couple drinks that night. I probably would have embarrassed myself if I stuck around. Chris later told me that I would have had to find a ride home from Bloomington, too. It was well past his bedtime.
I went back to the restaurant on Thursday. Mary Beth wasn't working. Mike says I should have called to see if she was there before driving all the way down from Terre Haute. I used to work at a Pizza place, and we weren't allowed to give out people's schedules. I didn't want to come off looking like a stalker.
So I took a business card out, turned it over and wrote "Bacchus" on the back. That's the Roman god of wine. I gave it to our waitress and asked her if she would give it to Mary Beth. At first, she wasn't going to do it for me. She didn't know what Bacchus meant, and I didn't want to explain it. She thought I was planning something "really mean" (her words). We were a little irreverant, and we did pick on the people at the next table a little. I could see her thinking we were just a couple of assholes.
She did finally agree to give Mary Beth the message.
I went back to Kilroys two more times and still never saw her. About three weeks after I first met her, I figured I would give it one more try. I asked the bartender if she was working. Instead of answering, the bartender ran off to find her. I was hoping for a yes or no, and then I was going to sit in her section and see if she remembered me.
Mary Beth comes around the corner and looks at me. "You don't remember me, do you?" I asked. She did, though. She asked what I was doing in town. I told her I came just to see her.
"Oh." she was a little uncomfortable. Ooops. Now I'm a stalker. It took her all of 2 minutes and 30 seconds to work into the conversation that she is moving to Washington D.C. in two weeks. When I asked her what was in Washington, she answered that she just got a job there. I may have had a "take me with you" look on my face because she added as an afterthought, "Oh, and my boyfriend lives out there."
It was a wasted trip. On the other hand, she was the prettiest girl who ever talked to me for more than 30 seconds, so I decided to practice my conversation skills. I found out that she is going to D.C. to be in Public Relations for non-profit and educational organizations.
She was very intelligent and well-spoken. I decided that she was worth keeping in touch with her. I asked for her E-mail address and she gladly gave it to me. I guess it wasn't a total loss. We'll see if it was a real address.