Then it happened.
I became clueless hostess of the year. A woman came in with her daughter and told me the name the reservation was under, and I said to one of the runners, "Take them back to the Ben's for the surprise party." The girl had the most excited, jaw-dropping smile on her face, and the mother...did not. I'd categorize her expression more as furious or glaring, rather than excited.
So I guess you could say I had it coming.
James's 35th birthday was Monday night, and I had planned a surprise party with some of our close friends. Here's what happened when we got to Picasso's...
Me: I have a reservation for Carole Brooks.
Clueless Hostess: Blank stare, then head nod back and forth.
(This should've been my first clue).
Me: Yes. I have a reservation at 7.
CH: What's the name again?
Me: Carole Brooks
CH: Second head nod of the night followed by "no"
Me: Yes I do.
CH: Oh. Are you here for the party?
James: looks at me while trying to hide the biggest smile you've ever seen
Me: No! Just Carole Brooks for 2.
CH: Oh! There's just 2. Okay.
So she grabs 2 menus and walks us to a booth close by.
I stand there and stare at her, hoping she'll clue in soon. She doesn't. Enough time goes by that now the silence is becoming awkward.
So, what else could I do? I threw my hands up and said, "Yes. We are here for the party. It's his surprise party." and walk away to the private room. As I'm walking away, I hear CH happily say, "Oh! okay!"
We get to the room, I pull the curtain back and exclaim a defeated, "He knows!" and James hugs me.
Although it started a little disappointing, we had a great time.
Here's some pictures from the night...
My family (unfortunately I only got half the table)...
Some church buddies...