Fancy Dinner Musings: The obnoxious couple we sat beside on vacation

I’ve been quiet but there’s a good reason for that.  Right after Christmas my parents, my sister’s family, and my husband and I had a cruise. Which was gorgeous. Behold:

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OH MY GOD I NEED TO BE THERE RIGHT NOW RIGHT NOW.

*ahem*

Anyway, this cruise was on the Disney Cruise Line’s Dream. For those of you who are not lucky enough to be familiar with the Disney Cruise Line just go ahead and wipe your mind of all your pre-conceived notions of what a Disney cruise would be like. Ok, maybe not all of them because maybe some of your pre-conceived notions are true, but believe me when I say there are plenty of fun, adult things to do. Behold:

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(That’s the light up personal menu for the martini bar, Skyline. Skyline is one of 6 adults- only bars on the ship).

Anyway, one of the restaurants on the ship is adults-only and it’s called Remy. It is high falootin’ (that’s the technical term and wouldn’t at all embarrass them I’m sure). The chefs are from Michelin rated restaurants, it’s all super gourmet, jackets for men are required, etc, etc.

I love me some good food (I say in my country twang, y’all) so my husband and I treated ourselves when we found out they had a table for two available for our last night. The price of dinner is $75 a person for a five course meal plus “surprises” and the restuarant offers a wine pairing for each course for an additional $99 a person. I tell you that not to brag, but because it has some relevance to the story I tell below. Here are some pictures from our absolutely fabulous, to die for, dinner:

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It was wonderful until The. Couple. got sat beside us.

The. Couple. came in with another couple and the four of them were at the table next to us. The. Couple. proceeded to talk loudly enough for everyone in this nice, quiet, romantic restaurant to know that they were WELL OFF AND FANCY PEOPLE.

Although I heard much about the background of The. Couple., I’m not sure the other couple they were with ever talked. I do know that they apparently own a restaurant and/or work/run a country club in the city in which I live because The. Couple. mentioned it a couple of times. The. Couple., on the other hand, live in San Francisco.  Due to these discrepancies I made up my own backstory in which The. Couple. met the other couple that day on the ship and invited them to join them. The other couple was then silenced by regret, intimidation, and the total realization that they were totally engulfed by some major douchbaggery going on.  At least I know they didn’t have to pay for it. How do I know? The very first thing the woman of the The. Couple. (now The Woman) said to the other couple was “Don’t worry about the cost. This is on us since we made you guys come. And, of course, we’ll have the wine pairing.”

I just happened to have some paper in my purse so I decided to be totally gauche and I wrote down some choice quotes from the night as they occurred. To give you a few background points: 1) before the meal starts, there’s an “Amuse Bouche” course which is basically just “a single, bite-sized hors d’oevure,…different from appetizers in that they are not ordered from a menu by patrons, but, when served, are done so for free and according to the chef’s selection alone” (thanks Wikipedia); 2) The restaurant has an actual sommelier who comes out and serves the wine and gives you background on it; 3) all of the wines are French.

I have to admit that once The. Couple. was seated my husband and I actually stopped talking to each other and just listened to them for the rest of the night. Ladies and Gentleman, my entertainment with my excellent meal:

“Without you, I’d be like that guy from American Psycho. Before he killed everybody.”

“You have Bojangles where you live, correct? God, Bojangles. Disgusting. Even the name sounds disgusting. Isn’t it a step down from McDonald’s?” (This only means something to people who are from or have spent any time in the South and believe me when I say THEM’S FIGHTING WORDS. Bojangles is heaven.)

“Hmm. This is not really an amuse bouche.”

“Now, where exactly in this region did this wine come from? My brother has a house in that region.”

(Upon being served one of the gourmet courses) “We have this at home all the time.”

(Upon the sommelier talking about the region of France a wine came from) “Oh, I love it there. They have beautiful chateaus.”

“We have all kinds of this wine in our own cellar.”

“People who like Notre Dame are going to be disappointed.  They’re going to undergo a scandal like Penn State.”

“Oh, Warren is applying to high school. Some of them cost $30,000.00 a year, but no matter. He’ll come out better than our daughter who is majoring in print journalism. Such a dying field.”

The Woman spent about 20 minutes telling the other couple how to run their restaurant and the events they should have.  She wrapped up that portion of the conversation with “You can even get lesbians to come!”

The sommelier is pouring them another glass of wine.  The Woman sniffs it and says rapturously to him: “It smells like manure and blueberries.”

I swear that every word in those quotes is an exact quote. My husband will vouch.

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Social Norms: Real World vs. Disney World

My Twitter followers know something about me that fans of my blog may not know: I’m a huge fan of Disney World. Someday I’ll go into a dissertation justifying why it’s perfectly acceptable for a 30 year old woman without kids to love Disney World for those not in the know, but just suffice to say it’s fun, I’m not ashamed of it, and you should totally go — without kids — some time.

Anyway, I’ve noticed that there are a few things that are perfectly acceptable within the borders of the Walt Disney World Resort that would at least get a raised eyebrow up to a call to the police/EMTs/nearest psychiatrist if you did it in the real world.

Observe:

1.Eating dinner with a mouse, bear, rat, and alien.

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1a. Eating breakfast, including sausage and bacon, in front of a pig.

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2. Grown men proudly wearing a cartoon mouse on their clothing.

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2a. Or entire families wearing matching tie-dyed shirts.

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3. Putting ears on anything that doesn’t, or even does, move.

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3a. In a similar vein, grown adults walking around, without shame, wearing mouse ears.

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4. Wearing a cloth necklace with hundreds of dollars of cheap trinkets attached to it that have no value in any other place or time.

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4a. Or on your hat.

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5. Having a pair of overgrown chipmunks fight over your love and attention.

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6. Having a medieval castle at the end of a street from turn-of-the-century middle America.

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7. Talking to actors playing characters without being able AT ALL to acknowledge that they’re playing characters.

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8. Telling a duck wearing a wild west outfit that he’s #1.

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9. Bitching that a huge Yeti is apparently more interested in disco dancing than swiping at you to kill you.

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10. Walking around in a glorified trashbag when it rains.

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11. Being totally comfortable with a monster and his female lover.

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12. OMG EXCITED THAT A CANDLE IS WAVING AT ME.

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13. These guys are ROCK STARS.

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At the same time, there are things that are perfectly acceptable in the real world that feels a little weird when it’s done at Walt Disney World:

1. Ogling scantily clad women. Dude — she’s a cartoon character. It’s weird. Stop. Same goes for the women practically throwing their panties at Jack Sparrow. Have some shame.

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2. Getting intimate with your spouse. After spending 12+ hours talking to a bunch of cartoon characters, it feels a little… inappropriate. (I just convinced every male who reads my blog and has never been to WDW not to go, didn’t I).

There’s not a picture of this. Perv.