we chose dominick's (or rather i chose and chuck agreed, being that i'm the freak who can't eat anything but pizza these days). this italian eatery has zero atmosphere..open booths, florescent lighting, usually overrun with families on their way back from little league or graduation ceremonies..but, the food is divine. we had the lucky fortune of getting seated immediately, but were placed by a rather unique family. two kids, one girl..looked about 8 years old..wearing more make-up than tammy faye at a clown convention, sat transfixed with her video camera playing back some sort of dance recital, volume set to HIGH. one boy..looked about 6 years old, glued to his gameboy, volume set to HIGH.
then, as if on a sugar induced manic high, they scrambled through the restaurant desperately seeking the house of fun balls normally seen in their other favorite hang out, chuckie cheese. the little boy paused at our table, positioned his face right above chuck's wine glass, and proceeded.. to.. blow. yes, blow. ripples of chianti..what a novel idea..the boy smiled with delight, having just discovered his newest pastime. meanwhile, chuck wondered if his sleep deprivation had passed into the hallucinatory phase, and my jaw dropped so far it made a dent in the floor.
now, i'm all for spontaneous creative expression, but these random displays of borderline psychotic behavior have only confirmed my decision NOT to have kids. i prefer to surround myself with crazy adults, thank you.
and something tells me we'll be ordering take out from dominick's in the future..