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April 23, 2003

They're out there, I've seen 'em.

" I love astrology. Love it. Love. It." - Robyn Mellen

I have now been in the company of Ash and Robyn for a delightful 24 hours. Good times. At present, Ashley is berating Robyn and I for being totally unable to decide on where to go to dinner. Rob is busy rolling innumerable options around her brain, and my casual reply of "oh, anything is fine. It doesn't matter to me," seems insufficient to Ash.

"I think it's really mean that you, like, force me to make all the decisions. You know that's, like, impossible. I'm a Libra." Robyn countered confidently. Ash just continued starch pressing his shirts (though I think he was hiding some tears ... eh? Eh??) Well anyway. Decision making clearly isn't a forte for Libras... even though it brings certain people joy in mocking us (ahem... Gene).

Cut to: Later that evening. Dinner at Cafe on Park was lovely. Our trio was alone in the restaurant, except for the waitress, a busser, and one very drunk man at the bar. As our meal went on, he grew increasingly belligerent toward the waitress, who was doing her best to be patient. He was mumbling, refusing to pay, and staggering around. He fell asleep at the counter and yelled at the waitress when she tried to wake him. When he tried to go behind the bar, the skinny little busser attempted, albeit rather unsuccessfully, to remove him.

Some foreshadowing:
Robyn: "Ash, if they need to throw him out, I think you should offer your services. You're totally the biggest guy here."
Kati: "Hell, maybe they'll comp your dinner if you toss him out."

It wasn't until nearly the end of our meal that the waitress had grown tired of the man's antics and tried to evict him. When she reached for his bag, he yelled and lunged at her. She screamed "Don't FUCKING touch me!" and backed away as fast as she could, but he kept coming after her.

At that same moment, Ashley shot up like lightning from the table. Before Robyn and I - and especially Mr. Drunky - knew what was what, Ash grabbed him by the collar and forcefully hurled him towards the door. There was some yelling, some scuffling, and a loud crash as a bottle of Kahlua fell from the man's bag and shattered.

As the smell of spilt liquor overtook the room, Ash finally got the man (who was very resistant) out the door. He punched the glass and motioned threateningly at both the waitress and Ash to come out there. Umm... clearly they did not. After a while, he wandered off before the cops arrived.

It was all rather sad, and I hope that he got home safely. Still, I was very impressed with Ashley's surprise attack, which totally caught the man off guard. Had he not been so surprised by the giant, red-bearded fellow that was tossing his ass out, that man would have been very hard to remove. Clearly, Ash was the man.

And - no surprise - his dinner was on the house.


So that was exciting. I'm still in San Diego soaking up the sun, er, clouds. A little sad about missing the parties, ball games, and Idolatry of the week up north - but I will recover. It's very nice down here, and hopefully my camping pictures will turn out. Huzzah!

Posted by kati at April 23, 2003 10:40 AM


I love the Cafe on Park! I can't wait to go back and *not* order the dirty Martini (gag) or the heavily smoked mozarella lasagne. Really, it was a great little restaurant, but I ordered all wrong.

There's always more idolatry to go on. Although you did miss the cutest one month old kitten ever. Mike and Jess are kitten sitting for his mom.

Sounds like you're having fun. Relax and enjoy. See you on your return.

Hasta luego,

Posted by: cody at April 23, 2003 11:03 AM

btw, Simon told Clay that he would do better on Broadway, Ryan Seacrest wore another bad shirt this time from Jacko's wardrobe, and Kimberly continues to kick ass.

Posted by: cody at April 23, 2003 11:05 AM

ahem, now that cody has taken care of the american idol newsflash, i don't know what else there is to say.

whooo! go ash! kick that ass! ass kicking ash!


p.s. free food is sweet.

Posted by: michele at April 23, 2003 11:07 AM

Kimberley L. doesn't kick ass, she sucks it! Her performance last night made me cringe a few times and I could not believe my ears when people were praising her. Her vocal talent is obviously not as good as Trenyce's and eventhough Simon said she was "cute" now that she got rid of the "crazy hair", I still don't think she should win over Trenyce who may not have done as well, but she chose a harder song and did a pretty good job with it. I'm glad Simon said that Clay belongs on Broadway, because he really does and I hope he persues that kind of career.

On a more important note, I did not realize that you (Kati) were going to be in SD through the week and was worried when we didn't hear back from you. I'm glad you're having a good time and hope you have safe trip back :)

Posted by: Kristina at April 23, 2003 01:28 PM

Where was my ass-kicking best friend when my bike was run over?
Fightin' crime while I'm doin time.

Well, at least they dropped the case, but I'm still in need of a benevolent Defender Against Evil, be he red-bearded or not.

Posted by: DV at April 23, 2003 03:53 PM

Would it be wrong to draw the conclusion that the Vigil-bike combination is just asking for trouble? I mean, come on, first a train (KV), then an S.U.V. (DV)? What's next? Mrs. Vigil narrowly surviving when her motorcycle gets slammed by a crash landing jumbo jet?

DV, if you need legal info Kristina might be able to help you. She needs an assignment desperately. Metaphorical deconstructions of Fiona Apple lyrics can only divert her for so long...

Posted by: cody at April 23, 2003 04:40 PM

I don't need a 'defender' in the legal sense. i mean the go-into-a-phone-booth-and-come-out-in-tights kind of defender. kind of like Ash.

expect a blog on my bike woes, many of which i have yet to detail.

Posted by: DV at April 23, 2003 06:13 PM

whatever you do don't go into a phone booth. it will only end badly with keifer sutherland talking to you for HOURS.

Posted by: michele at April 23, 2003 10:03 PM

I know some people who wouldn't mind talking to Keifer for hours. I'm not one of them. I swear.

Posted by: cody at April 24, 2003 01:00 AM

Ash is a pimp, he's a pimp,
he's super-pimpy, yeaaaoo.
I coulda takin' the guy - no problem.

Posted by: Teddy at April 25, 2003 05:42 PM