sa-prize

I walked into Red Robins with BF and other friends before being attacked by a flying eight year old with grubby claws. Thinking I was the object of someone's desire to do bodily harm, I stood frozen in terror with the kid clinging to me- until I realized the kid was my brother.

Looking up I saw that my mom, dad, and sister were all waiting to be seated. We clearly both agreed that monster burgers and endless fries should be part of the evening's culinary palette.

We end up getting seated a comfortable distance from my little brother's mischevious grins, my mom's bubbly small talk, and my sister's display of "I'm a perfect, hot, confident person with supermodel qualities" attitude.


It only takes BF and I ten minutes to decide what we want to share- it would have taken twice that if I was deciding for myself....

"We should tell them it's your birthday so they will all come out and sing the famous Red Robin Happy Birthday song" we joke with each other. You can tell how starved we are for entertainment.

Later- our waiter walks to our table with a procession of employees behind him- proudly displaying a candle light sundae. "Oh no, he overheard us joking!" was my firt thought.

"Whose having the birthday?" Our waiter asks- he is a little too eager to start singing.

"Its hers!" a friend points at me, playing along with the madness.

"No its not!" I am determined to not be the butt of further embarassment and one big mix up. However, that sundae is looking meltingly tempting. The waiter sets the sundae- the Scourge of My Doom in front of me.

Out of the corner of my eye I see my family approach our table, clearly enjoying this whole thing. "Happy Birthday" they yell, laughing quite obnoxiously.

"But its not my brithday for two more weeks!" I admit, stil trying to shirk what is inevitably to follow.

"That's ok," the waiter says and he leads the group into song- complete with synchronized clapping. Yes, we do draw the attention of the restaraunt crowd and yes I am trying to melt my torso into my legs so that I can slip easily under the table.

When it's all said and done, I determine that the oozing hot fudge sundae was worth all the pain.