One major adjustment for me is getting used to going out to restaurants and bars with all the people. When I first moved here, Mike and I went to the popular steakhouse, Gibson's. We didn't have a reservation, and so I was told our first chance to get a table was midnight. Midnight! Since then, I've become a reservation Nazi.
In order to get a table or chair in a Chicago bar, you have to be gutsy. You have to be aggressive. You have to be, well, a bitch.
|My friend Kenna and me. I still like her despite our team differences|
We sat down, and the couple sitting at the table next to us says, "Oh, that table's taken." I said, "By whom? Are the people here??"
They wouldn't answer or look me in the eye.
So I kept sitting. Then a girl from another table came over, and said, "This table is taken." I calmly asked, "By whom? Someone who isn't here? You can't hold a table for people who aren't in even the restaurant." She quipped back in a snotty way, "Well, then I'll sit here until they get here."
I rolled my eyes, and said, "Fine." We got up and got chairs at the bar. Here's the thing....I was going to hold my ground and not give up the table, but I didn't want to get dirty looks all night from this girl. We sat at the bar, and before long, the very nice gentleman who was sitting next to that table, came over and gave us a heads up that another table opened up. I thought that was very nice.
But seriously people, holding a table for people who aren't there??? They didn't even show up for another hour! I'm surprised the waitress allowed that. Don't you think that's unfair?
I guess my New Year's resolution to stick up for myself is sort of working. Now, if I can just be the girl who doesn't give up the table, I'll have reached my goal.