I Had It Comin'...

I don't think it comes as a shock to people when I say that I like to play tricks on people. I'm not talking about grandiose schemes or intricate procedures or anything like that. I'm talking about small things, like hiding a mullet wig in your pillow or changing your screen-saver to a bloodied barbie doll or something like that. Mostly I do those things to amuse myself, and not for any other reason really. Sometimes the jokes are bigger than others and sometimes they never even come to fruition. I'm not going to attempt to name them all on here. I'll just list a couple that have to do with giving out my friends' information:

• A friend of mine had a kid that wouldn't stop texting her and bragging about how much of a stud he is so we texted him from my phone and pretended like I'd met him at a dance a few weeks earlier. He pretended like he remembered me and called me and said he wanted to hang out. I told him to bring friends cause I had some cute friends at my place that wanted to meet some "hotties" (barf, I know). They were all excited and jumped in the car. The main kid told me to text him my address so I texted him our unknowing friends' address: The one on the far right answered the door to a bunch of wiener guys looking for some "hot chicks". He got pissed. The wieners felt like wieners. It was awesome.
  
• Whenever you move into a new singles' ward at the beginning of a semester, they always pass a list around Relief Society asking for you write down any talents you're willing to share in sacrament meeting or at Enrichment or any other ward activity. My roommate Lauren, who isn't very musically enclined, passed the list on to me without writing anything. A couple months later, she came home and told me that the weirdest thing had happened: the guy in charge of musical numbers in sacrament meeting had called her and asked if she was still willing to give that harp solo she's signed up for...
• Most recently, Kubo, Adam and I were eating at this place called Lon's Cooking Shack and there was one of those raffle things for a free session at this local Portrait Studio. So, I signed up with my roommate, Emily,-'s information. Three weeks later I walked into the kitchen to her staring, embarassed, at a weird post-card she'd gotten "from some random studio" saying she'd won a session of free portraits. Haha. At least she takes flattering pictures, right?

Anwyways, that's just a little sample of the (milder) things I like to do to people. But that's not the point of this post. Those were just to prove that I had it coming. So, here's the real story:

Last night we celebrated Kubo's birthday up in Salt Lake at Bucca di Beppo's. It was lots of fun because he's been gone for a week and we've missed him a lot. So he met us straight from the airport and we were all excited and laughing and just having a good time. We had a really cool server who was talking with us and let us keep the cake we made Kubo in the back and stuff like that. Oh, and... I may have a tendency to flirt with waiters... because in my experience, if you do things right, they'll give you free stuff or make you stuff that isn't on the menu. Before you judge, it's not like the waiters don't flirt back so that they'll get a good tip. It's a mutualistic relationship. Anyways, the waiter and I flirted... in a completely professional way... and just like I wanted, he made me a bunch of different types of lemonades with the Italian soda flavorings and in turn my friends and I gave him a good tip. He did seem a little over-adamant about me coming back again sometime, but it was no big deal. Well, it turns out that these two had given him a little bit more than I had intended. They signed the receipt with my phone number, name and (gag me) a smiley face. So, now I have a call from Paul the Waiter to look forward too. Oh well, like I said, I probably had it comin'. Especially after some of the tricks I've pulled on the two of those girls (which I will not be sharing on here, sorry). Oh, and to top it all off, later in the night, the cake and I got really well-acquainted thanks to the Kubo.
(Oh, and Paige: you're welcome that I didn't put in the story about that time I tricked you into thinking that Ricky Martin was dead for a whole year and you came home really mad at me because you'd gotten in an argument with all your friends saying he'd died in that plane crash with Aaliyah. I know you would have been really embarassed if that had happened.)