Tonight was different - abeit something that I have seen coming over the past year. This time it was mom's turn. We arrived at the Hard Rock Cafe for hubby's birthday meal. It's always loud in the Hard Rock, but there is so much to look at that really it just adds to the atmosphere. Service is always slow at this place, but we are out to have a nice evening so it doesn't really bother most of us. Actually it only bothers mom. She has become quite impatient over the past years. It seems life just doesn't happen fast enough for her. I would think most people her age (68) would want it to slow down because it's all happening too fast.
Quick question. Why do older people think that with age you earn pure unfiltered verbiage? Seriously, just because you are 68 doesn't mean you can say anything at anytime. The people around you still have feelings no matter what your age is.
Anyway, meals start coming out and low and behold the waiter forgot to put in mom's order. Yes, I agree a little frustrating, but really not the end of the world. But to my mom, this is unforgiveable. Aided by mulitple glasses of wine that day, my mother starts to rip the waiter apart. I felt so bad for the guy. His big eyes were crushed. The slip of the order was purely an accident. We are all human and accidents happen, but not to my mom, not to her dinner. The waiter is off to the kitchen to crank up the order and we are left sitting with a pissed off lady. She begins ranting on about how she isn't paying for dinner now (she had volunteered to cover the bill since it was hubby's birthday).
At this point I am very fortunate to have a patient husband. He says to her 'don't let this ruin your evening.' Mom is ready to stand her ground and let it ruin her life if necessary. I follow up with 'you aren't going to ruin our evening'. With that said she sits. Her dinner arrives and she still sits. No eating, not talking, just sitting, arms crossed like a 5 year old.
We finish dinner and I escort her outside with daughter while hubby pays the bill. I decide we should take some pictures in front of the Hard Rock sign. Mom slowly stumbles behind us as we walk up the sidewalk. This is when I realize that she is really drunk. She is having a hard time walking.
As we turn to walk to the car she latches on to my arm to keep herself upright. I'm not well versed at guiding a drunken person anywhere so this is a challenge for me. I'm being pulled in every which direction.
I don't know how to deal with this.
