Those coworkers = a MESSSSSS!!
First of all, we almost got off easily because we'd decided since we were there on time and the only ones there on time that we would leave if no one else was there by 10 after 3. There were plenty of restaurants around I was willing to try. You know ones more adventurous than Red Lobster... but anyway. AS we were walking out the door, four people walked up. WHYYYYYYYYY???? Wack. The birthday girl, however, was 33+ minutes late. We got some so-so food.
BUT one chick called me Rashan's future Mrs. and then HIS WIFE. Whoa. I'ma need you to BACK. UP. AND every one of his coworkers (there were 4 of them) has had a gastric bypass... WHY ARE WE HERE??? And still I had the smallest amount of food. Well... next to Rashan. Super crazy. Anyway there was a Twan there named K.eenist. Shut up. Why is that your name? His ringer was 'Say Ahh' and I was like, "Of COURSE that's your ringer." He started off the meal talking about his latest boo he had to get rid of for calling him his ex's name (K.eenan).
I picked the most normal person to talk to. Everyone else was mostly ignored. I want them knowing nothing else about me. EVER. And don't say to him on Monday, "She's quiet!" No, she just knows you're BEYOND nosy. Mind ya business, that's all! Just mind. ya business! I'm not gonna have y'all all up in mine. Talking about when I leave, "Oh we'll have to have a party when you graduate!" I'm straight. Thanks. First and last time meeting. And don't ask me to be your fb friend. The answer is no.