A little Valentine's Day Drama, perhaps?

Eric and I went to a swanky 5-star restaurant for Valentine's Day dinner.  That's actually what we do on V Day -- Just dinner and cards.  No gifts or anything like that -- because seriously, V Day dinner and our anniversary dinner we go all out for.

So of course we're at this beautiful, well-known restaurant, dressed to the nines like all of the other patrons there.  With the exception, unfortunately, of this one table seated just a few tables down from us.  Those guys (literally two guys) were dressed in very casual if not construction worker clothes.  Well, the one guy was.  He also wore a bright red beanie.  The other guy at least had a polo shirt on over messy jeans.

Well, the beanie guy was severely drunk.  He was making foul comments, loudly, at all of the surrounding tables, and we were all doing our best to ignore him.  It was really unnerving to know he was staring at me and Eric, and then talking about us directly to his friend.  Seriously dude, just leave us alone!

And that's how the evening continued, until this nice elderly couple was seated right next to Drunkie McBeanie.  This couple was probably in their mid-60's or so, nicely polished, and obviously just looking to have a nice night out together.  I felt so bad for them  . . .

Because Drunkie McBeanie decides to scootch his way down the booth until he's all but sitting in that poor woman's lap.  She of course balks at that, and moves away from him, and waves her arm to indicate an invisible privacy wall; "There is a wall here!  Do not cross this wall!" -- And that sets Drunkie off.

He starts shouting all of these profanities direct at this woman, calling her every filthy name under the sun and telling her she's horrible.  And when her husband goes to make a move against Drunkie, Drunkie turns his foul mouth on that poor guy, calling him a d-bag and a whole lot more.  This is causing quite the disterbance; if people weren't aware of Drunkie and his friend, they surely were now. 

I leapt up and walked straight over to the manager, who was towards the back of the room getting the low down on the situation from a server and an assistant.  I told him directly, "You need to get that man out of here this instant.  He is berrating that poor woman, and you will end up loosing a lot of business from the rest of your tables if you allow this continue."

When the manager approached Drunkie, he spoke in a low voice, I think to alleviate any additional attention being drawn to the situation.  Soon we started to hear Drunkie get louder and louder, saying "Sir, you are dead wrong.  DEAD wrong.  I went to Oxford," and other drivle such as that.  Then the potty mouth started back up again, and random things about how he owns the place started coming out.  Eric assumes he is a rich kid just trying to prove some point.  I don't know what point -- it's hard to decipher any sort of sense out of insobriety.  Eventually, though, Drunkie ended up splashing the table with all of his credit cards and cash, and storming out, leaving his friend to make the necessary apologies and excuses, and to clean up his mess.  I'm sure that particular friend has done this on a number of occasions.  I'd feel bad for him, too, except that he sat there and let it get to this point. 

Did I mention how delicious our meal was?  It was exquisite.  Lobster bisque with full chunk lobster claw, beef carpaccio, french onion soup, au gratin potatos, steak au poivre, petite filet and lobster tail.  MMmmmm -- makes me want to go back right now!