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The UberHusband and I went to lunch with Dell today, to BJ’s Brewhouse. Quit snickering.

You see, if you don’t regularly read her blog or if you do and you suffer from some sort of reading disorder, her birthday is this Sunday, so January was apparently declared All Minions Bow to Dell Month.

Anyhoo, we took her out…gave her gifts and were incredibly entertained by the wacky antics of our server, Mike. This guy was several pieces of flair short of a Tchotchkes frequent luncher card. He told us about the big…really big…did I mention big? menu and how he had eaten every item on it at one time or another.

At one point, his hand somehow grazed Dell’s breast. At another point it looked like he really wanted to touch her back…to connect with his patron…but he resisted. He wanted so badly to let Dell know that he understood her need for another diet Coke. Wisely, he held back. The UberHusband refrained from encouraging Mike’s overly eager usage of the term, “Buddy!” and some sort of aborted high-five over my head.

Good thing Mike and The Assistant Manager offered up a free pizookie for Ms. Dell in honor of her birthday. That smoothed things over.

Until…at the end of the meal, he dropped off our check, “for your convenience.” Wha? That even baffled the UberHusband. Who else’s convenience would it be for?

We had so much fun.