Christina and Joe were there in seventh grade too. There was another waiter we got to know quite well that year-Doug. Doug was-wait is (he still works there) tall with blond hair. He looks kinda like a woodchuck, especially since he got his head shaved this year.

Anyways, I first started to chat with him when I went to the restaurant with my other good friends at the time Julia, Bev and Katie W.H. (Susan might have been there but I don’t remember…or it could’ve been Sheri. I dunno...too much remembering is making my head hurt, Katherine!) Speaking of my best friend, she wasn’t there that day. She was probably with the Lincoln’s. Anyway, so the whole gang was there, and Doug was having a good time joking and flirting with Katie, Bev and me (only me because I’m not shy and really enjoy bantering, Bev because she’s always trying to be “sexy” and Katie because she’s blond and has a habit of thrusting her chest up. Maybe it’s a dancer thing. Who knows?). Julia kind of sat there, looking a bit embarrassed (sorry Jude, but you did then!) while we kidded about how Doug and I despise Winnie the Pooh (“How dumb is he, I mean he has to go to a log to think! Doesn’t that even strike you as odd?” Doug had said, while I nodded my head in agreement. Bev and Katie argued with “But he’s so cute! And besides, if you really didn’t like him you wouldn’t be wearing that Pooh tie.” He countered that with “Oh you wouldn’t believe the kind of things they make us wear here.” Julia then piped up softly-“I like Eeyore.” Oh Julia, that’s why we love you J). It was fun, until we got our check…we had forgotten to ask for separate checks and spent like, twenty minutes trying to figure out who owed whom what, when finally Doug came over and offered to separate it for us. When Katie got up to pay, the eeeevil mouse manager yelled at her for “making your waiter do an unnecessary chore” or something to that effect. Doug came out and gave her an apologetic smile when we left, though. From then on Katherine and always bantered with the guy.

Another coolass Doug story was the time when I was complaining about a girl from school I didn’t like, and he told me to just slap her. Then, ironically the girl showed up, and sat at a table just next to ours. A few days later Katherine and I went back to Friendly’s and while she was outside I bought a sundae cup at the counter. Doug waited on me while Joe polished some silverware.

“Hey, you know that girl you don’t like who came in a few days back?”

“Yeah.”

“She’s, like, thirteen, right?” I nodded. “Well, she’s dating some eighteen-year-old.” Joe looked up (Ah, those eyes! That beautiful hair! The smile! Oh swoon!).

“That’s just sick, man.” He said to Doug.

“I know.” So I gave him a 5-dollar bill to pay for the sundae, but then he shook his head and wouldn’t take it. “I don’t like to see bills broken.” So I left with a free sundae cup. Happy happy joy!

Katherine and Julia are always telling me about the time he stored a Barbie doll in his shirt pocket, but I never witnessed that so I can’t say much on the subject. It doesn’t surprise me though. It’s Doug, after all.

Heather was this older lady whom Katherine and me hated. She had bushy dark hair, making her bare a resemblance to Fran Drescher-she even sounded like the actress. Yuck. She was mean, but often tried to cover it by acting like Christina. We didn’t buy it. FAKE! FAKE!

On to Eighth Grade.