The dinner went great. I loved cooking dinner and hosting Cowboy's boss over at our home - which it finally felt like, now that we've hosted our very first dinner guest in our dining room ;)
We moved it to Sunday night and that gave me more time to double question the menu. When I get excited to do things like this, a million ideas cross my mind making the last great idea null and void.
I ixnayed the Halloween theme dinner and went Tex Mex. I made chipotle beef enchiladas, Spanish rice and black beans. We had chips and salsa and Riesling. I know, Riesling, right? CRAZY. I was the only one drinking so it was just fine by me.
Pre-dinner, Cowboy announced that CR1 would stop by to say hello to the boss. CR1 and Cowboy met while stationed together waaaaay back so CR1 knew the boss man as well. I didn’t mind if CR1 stopped by, he hadn’t seen the boss man in years, it was cool by me. I should have known better when it comes to CR1.
He was working too, so I told Cowboy to tell him that he should just stop over on his dinner break and that way he can eat some of the food I cooked while he is over. Great idea! Cowboy does so. Several minutes later the boss man appears and the three of us have a great dinner and conversations and I’m pretty much high on my hostess hat.
Then CR1 comes over. What’s the term? Wet Blanket. Debbie Downer. Yeah, any of those could apply.
CR1 enters, shakes hands with the boss man, then sits down in a chair and says nothing for about ten minutes. He is just sitting there watching TV. We try to include him the conversation by directing questions at him, where he just mumbled an answer back to us. Soon, our conversation became very minimal and the room had way too many silences in it.
Finally, I asked CR1 if he wanted me to fix him a plate of food. I’m such the gracious hostess. He declined and said he’d fix one himself in a few minutes. Then he asked Cowboy some questions about if he was off work Tuesday night. What I’m getting at is that CR1 said all of three words to his old military boss who he specifically came over to see. WTF?
Oh and all this while, while he is sitting there not speaking, he must’ve grabbed three man-handfuls of candy corn from our Halloween candy jar. After that, he asked me if I made any dessert. Again, WTF?
At this point, I decide Riesling is going to get me through this one and just as I’m enjoying the drink, CR1 says how he searched for houses in the neighborhood we were checking out to buy a house in! And then says, “There are no houses under $200,000 in that area”. Oh, hell to the motherfucking no.
I gave Cowboy that look and then corrected CR1 and said, “there are some but you have to really look” and “Are you looking for a house over there?” CR1 said no, he wasn’t (Glory be to God) and that if he were to buy a house, he’d buy it in Timbuktu, Dallas (Thank you, Jesus).
Buuuut, then why was he looking at houses in the area we were checking out? It hit me! He is double checking on us.
I dislike it when people do that. I really do. You know the type. You tell them you found such a great deal on something and they have to go scope it out for themselves with no intention of purchasing said item – they just have to double check what you said. Grrr.
But this is CR1 and I don’t expect any less of him. Moving on, he is ready for dinner and starts to help himself. He put on his plate, two helpings of each item. The plate was packed in like CR1 hadn’t eaten in days. He eats, says nothing the entire time, clears his plate – mind you he ate about a third of what he took(!), says goodbye and leaves.
Who does this?
He specifically came over to say hello (literally) to his old boss, says all of three sentences to us and leaves. What was the boss man thinking of this scenario?
In other news, earlier that day, I accepted a movie date with CR1’s girlfriend, That Baby’s Mama to go watch Changeling. I’m seriously thinking of some changeling for her and getting down to how and why she is dating that caveman idiot!